memories of the forest and wild dogs howling how many moons have passed
Month: September 2023
the quietude of the autumn forest at this magnitude bathe the soul in green
the pigeon pacing back and forth between legs and butterflies in the gut
a pair of mynahs looking at the sky and cursing aloud
my storms sleep outside the door tonight the monsoon for company
tread light across a sea of bedsheets to meet you halfway
with each whisper she becomes more beautiful quiet eyes at dawn
sneaking up on the old ginger cat mynahs find joy
cold dawn sleep finds us beyond the thick sea fog
fertilize gaslit minds with truth the calm in the summer garden