change arrives at a snail’s pace becoming a part of the landscape even before you realizw it
Tag: art
fields beyond continue their slow conversation with the clouds of summer
a light oceanic breeze brings scents of brine and the fishy secrets of the darker depths
fluid: sickle reaping motion sends golden flashes across the rice fields
in this finite space of morning a certain kind of darkness lingers in the hearts of men
speechless: spring walks out the door with a miserable drizzle
presumed long gone the flameback woodpecker returns to console the fruitless tree
in the graveyard of chaos: butterflies float gently from limb to limb saying prayer
the roar of chainsaws: as butchers saw the limbs of the mango tree and not a single tear was shed
for supremacy: in the conflict of seasons the bodies of the living become collateral damage
