first downpour in weeks: oh imagine the body’s delight
Tag: Elancharan
late into the day: morning’s thunder we carry deep in our pockets
evening draws near: never shy away from the debaucherous side of you
barn swallows draw infinity symbols and protection circles above clouded minds
pandora in autumn: the old ones gather round the strange chest tapping in rhythm
the soft hum of scheming machines echoes through the concrete grey
full moon at summer’s end: tea steeped in moonlight
floating constellations in the pond: flowerfall
the crows grow quiet as the mist rolls up the hillside
the weather has been kind lately: perhaps the gods are going back to sleep
elancharan gunasekaran 