half moon: the wail of autumn wind turns the fields silver to the grain
Tag: art
there is a stranger magic in things that belong equally to nobody and everyone
rain this autumn night: black constellations swept across the yard
dispel negative charge: touch brass or keep copper to nurture green fingers
autumn winds and drizzle: the concrete room echoes with otherworldly reverberation
when bees crowd the garden: conversations and secrets are carried elsewhere
savage in the mirror: an untrimmed beard keeps the wildness in check
under the shade of a banyan tree: a safe space for fallen feathers to gather
between the unpredictable drizzle and rain sparrows make time for dust baths
halfway home: set the bucket down and let the autumn moon settle in calm waters
