the ghastly grey face of the morning storm
Tag: monostich
identities buried deep in the autumn storm
a mother’s hum drowns out the sound of rain
almost noon the tug of cold currents
cracks in the subconscious bleed walls
in the eternal stillness a leaf shudders
sleep takes over and we forget the way of flesh
before you sleep pray tell me the worth of bones
the autumn fly brings news a fresh wave of rain
in the absence of dreams the rain flees
elancharan gunasekaran 