deep within the forest where the quiet stream has had centuries to shape the creek
Tag: fiction
pulped wood scattered as apology to the limbless tree
even on calm days the sea carries a slow continual motion of current that grazes at and worships limbs without bias
pray tell: would you still fear the deep gods if you had been shaped by wind and salt
disturbed: the peace of clouds long gone and replaced by the jagged razor of a new dawn
the sky torn asunder: as if something not of this world ripped the very fabric of reality from the otherside
summer: el nino gives back the warmth stolen last winter
the moon rises high above the concrete madness almost out of sight almost out of mind
quiet authority: gentle on the soul first light spreads far and wide
change arrives at a snail’s pace becoming a part of the landscape even before you realizw it
