silence my way of saying goodbye
Tag: Elancharan
we take to task this dream of sombre flesh
stillness resides in the grey noon
winter jetty the nets return empty
morning moon a strange craving takes over
winter dusk
trail of petals leads to
little one
the rasp of leaves in the winter dark
corridor garden flicking worm from flower
hypnotic
the ceiling fan
gently spins
morning crows taunt the living and frail
