the weight of time on fallen wood grants a damp and dark texture
Tag: fiction
a seed splits open: the might of the banyan sapling in all its glory
the slow curl of water as cold currents grasp at frail limbs
spring a vine snake holds the tree hostage hissing strange secrets and strangling the life from it with each climb
transfer the sunlit stone from soil to palm skipping it across the stream to wake the small gods
dark before dawn a mynah performs a slow arc glide: showoff
dry winds of spring transforms the violence of the river grim
lunar ink from distant lands gather in deep quiet channels
pale skies the shadow’s grip on this body weakens
dew of new dawn: the darkest of bark stands stoic