memories of distant pastures collected in an old tabacco tin
Tag: haiku
snagged fishing line: curious the autumn spider strums it gently
dear life: such a bitter lover she is this greying and stubborn haze
little things should never be hurried: a tiny ember clings to the last thread of wig
a piece of your broken soul is saved for kindling on the first cold morning of autumn
you know it is autumn when the fires are cold to touch
soul forge: survive the hammer and remake your existence
the rain in autumn pours in waves: i slept and it’s a miracle i woke
a little country magic: an abandoned feather’s quill tip points to the nearest nest
vine and root creep tenderly upon the stillness of concrete: if I hadn’t said you wouldn’t have seen
elancharan gunasekaran 