Tag: haiku

the cold bleeds into the river and embraces bare feet

the birth of silence tastes like ash harvested from the fires at the end of time

serpents in the mist soak in monsoon’s thunder

a gentle reminder: don’t forget to feed your fire

watch as flesh crumble under the gentle drizzle

waves split the summer sky as fire drips from the marrow of the divine

mistborne serpents coil and drag us from bed to river’s edge

like wounded beasts we writhe in the pale fire of morning

the last warm tide of summer brings fishsong to frail bodies

the act of breaking morning dew releases the voice of the divine held within