light drumming of rain on window pane: inviting you to nap
Tag: monostich
charred field: a brave family of rocks bear witness to the destruction
the centuries old well sings only when sunlight reaches its bottom
the morning mist reaches out a tendril and touches the tip of tongue: alive
wildflowers by the autumn coast reinventing the dance of waves
when field crickets fall silent: night has drawn first blood
existence: aren’t we all just fuel for someone else’s nightmares
fog to earth: trees stand ankle deep in another world
a path made narrow by cat shadows and the ghosts of autumn
wildflowers bloom while you struggle with sleep
