blades of grass defend a tiny dew pond: protect your quiet
Tag: fantasy
strange times on the subway: hackles up and alert
sparrows gather at the coffee table: someone pleasant approaches
warm the body nice and slow: hurried fire loses passion burns through emotions
sleep under the open sky where clouds resemble symbols of our old ways
the old gods never did talk much but considered every space in existence sacred
blue hour ends when the swallow family circles the field thrice
an uninvited guest: the phantom of calamity’s stage
souls warmed by the light of the cratered moonface
early september: a casual dance of light and haze
elancharan gunasekaran 