beats at her chest and wails: mother monsoon desperate to put out the untamable fires of the east
Tag: art
sky piercing glass towers home to some of the shallowest of humanity
autumn winds passing through: leaves sound like hands applauding your very existence
never within reach: beyond mortal sight is a hill where the autumn moon is said to come down and rest
seashells in the garden: a library of oceanic sounds for tiny gods
stepping on stones: the void hidden under plain old dirt
october moon: the empty field dreams of silver flowers
the autumn mist hangs between a pair of sea almonds: a subtle doorway to the coastal depths
names of forgotten flowers: scribbles in the notebook that may last forever
a silver thimble filled with rainwater makes the perfect mirror for countryside spirits
