the march begins at a wild beast’s pace and ends with a serpent’s tail slithering over the concrete bridge
Tag: freedom
grass cradles feet and softens each tired step as the trees bend over to whisper and push this body forward
the autumn moon counts nights not identities: you are loved
unhurried and gentle humming as the frail body gets into the rhythm of holiday chores
autumn after the rain grey walls give way to the smell of secrets
bodies travelling ancient war trenches smell of earthen dirt and unfinished blessings
the way the autumn mist settles in the fields and in our bones without apology
like sentient ink through enchanted borders of fae and human realms dark dreams and magic leak
granting the autumn moon safe passage the river watches as she floats down gently
from things that shed scales i learned love
elancharan gunasekaran 