Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

in the space between the silent river and this body a grey heron appears

winter in its talons the eagle flies into the dawning sun

the spring river barely disturbed by the eagle’s dive

soft enough to fail spring clouds drift apart

closer to flesh closer to the ground the clouds come down

sleepy faces smothered by the mist at dawn

equinox crows murder what’s left of winter

over hot coffee we relive the tundra

this flesh the culmination of warmth and frost and empty

bodies ply the streets with the burden of winter’s past