Tag: freedom

night shift the cannibalisation of shadows

quiet on shadowy hills the mist thins

basho’s pond the turtle weeps for the frog

designed to serenade the autumn windsong

silent drive sea eagle spirals into the gloom

the ghastly grey face of the morning storm

identities buried deep in the autumn storm

a mother’s hum drowns out the sound of rain

almost noon the tug of cold currents