after the rain: the smell of earth drifts into the scene as we become limbless and glide through dirt
Tag: fiction
a patch of grass left untouched so that wandering feet have somewhere gentle to wait
rarely introduced: good old mango tree braving the haze
time flies at the coffeeshop: cold dawn draft drags a feather back into the dark
light drumming of rain on window pane: inviting you to nap
charred field: a brave family of rocks bear witness to the destruction
when field crickets fall silent: night has drawn first blood
existence: aren’t we all just fuel for someone else’s nightmares
fog to earth: trees stand ankle deep in another world
a path made narrow by cat shadows and the ghosts of autumn
