perhaps it is this very conscious act of surrendering that becomes the architect of manifestation
Tag: monostich
the design of drizzle to snap you out from morning’s daze
rain like hell: and drown out the silence
when received with kindness and grace: blessings become wildflowers on this earth
under the bridge: to this day the river still hums the song taught by an old god
soft hazey glow of street lamps in the dark before dawn
cat nap: the autumn hills call and clouds race from distant lands filling the barren sky above
a vow: her quiet becomes mine for all eternity
empty chair in the field: butterflies gather expecting a guest
daggers: the black of crow wings slice through the morning haze
