Tag: fiction

old root of summer teaches stones to be patient

the first dew belongs to the quietest field

summer: our bodies too shy for the daylight cradled in dark whispers

waking hour: sanity and blue survives the twilight ordeal

summer after midnight: the body becomes a spiritual battlefield

chaos unending: i beg the mind to quiet

summer at sunset: the convergence of cloud dragons above

eye of the riverfly cloud: the sound of static like a million voices

not said but shown through dreams: the design of an awakening

fuelled by the first light of summer sailboats cut through the murky shallows