carve paths through the autumn mist the laughter of fae
mushrooms gather where thunder last told its story
umbrellas silver and black float into the rain into a world brushed madly in grey
in the strangest of places in the city’s underbelly you may find cats of a certain breed that prowl and guard the doorways between waking and wonder places where fate is gambled and your worth tested by unscrupulous forces
lips swell and apples blush when spoken to kindly your words they hold power
a feather in the autumn field did someone dream too far?
the tethered stillness of this autumn morning earns its wreath and halo
fire’s final apology: beauty survives as dust and ash
your lullaby gently resurrects pale petals of autumn
light learns to surrender and darkness becomes kinder unknowingly we invent gods mostly mad to the bone give them a place in our hearts in the name of sacrifice and when everything comes crashing down we hunt and stake: godkillers we become
elancharan gunasekaran 