we thank the shadows for nights past for beginning the day
Tag: fiction
the world waits while the waterhen crosses the quiet old pond
first downpour in weeks: oh imagine the body’s delight
floating constellations in the pond: flowerfall
the crows grow quiet as the mist rolls up the hillside
the weather has been kind lately: perhaps the gods are going back to sleep
summer’s soul leaves the meadow in its own time
forgotten boundaries: the frail flesh and ego’s i
islands of flowers untouched revealed in a black and white dream
like cattle we follow the shade of clouds across the concrete fields
