Tag: monostich

dry winds of spring transforms the violence of the river grim

lunar ink from distant lands gather in deep quiet channels

pale skies the shadow’s grip on this body weakens

dew of new dawn: the darkest of bark stands stoic

fragments of sky revealed in sparrows’ song

seeds of night drift free in dark air

a shadow holds the spring forest hostage: in silence

light drains from eyes: limbs go slack and nothingness erases the passage of time

ripples cease as cleansed waters reveal the prophecy of a realm unseen

darker planes of existence: spirits and fungi birthed from decay