held and loved in the dark
Tag: Elancharan
the voices lost to the peace of prairies
the ice in your pause
sieve the void for something tangible
crushed leaves the aroma drifts into the dream
lavender to ward the virus and winter demons
who set the block on fire the winter moon did
crescent moon watching humans flee from smoke and fire
fire alarm goes off waking the roosters
here we are in flesh at winter’s whim
