solstice light rays melt into the river grey
Tag: kigo
wanders the zen garden in the rain ghost with an axe culling the earthworms
call it a feeling the movement of clouds in our bones
the rain haunts us every waking moment
send us a sign when death calls you by your pronoun
morning light wraps round the pigeon
dawn the stale breath of winter
winds shape the breadcrumb trail solstice
bedside the forest reaches out with a root mangled hand
the face in the bark that speaks via soft moans
elancharan gunasekaran 