fallen: fruit forbidden sweetens the scorched earth beneath it
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
every living thing lowers its voice: the silence of night is mutual
sieve: through this bank of memories for uncertain versions of sky
clouds break at maddening intervals releasing the light of spring across the soaked lands
long bands of black and gold: with complete stillness a cat watches from the low stone wall
tireless: the rain falls without pause and the land receives with all its heart
dark before dawn: the faint scent of bruised fruit accompanies mortal footsteps
raised by invisible hands the last of mist lifts from the field as raw light floods the senses
another kind soul passes gently through the veil to the otherside
passing breeze: how sincere the bow and rise of wildflowers