Tag: creative writing

dusk the singing bowl sings to the soul

spring dawn slave to the perception of time

darkness condensed into mist and droplets

cursing that one bloody ray of light

a familiar wave returns to the shoreline

slammed doors waking spring ghosts

sun shower a strange afterglow

pin drop drizzles and thin ripples

dark before dawn drown the green in dew

still trees and a sliver of hope