Tag: poem

celestial bodies remind us of how insignificant we are

a different kind of darkness at dusk

before the eclipse the rain throws a tantrum

taking in a deep breath of river flies

like water under the bridge the seasons flow

sound of church bells bubbles to the river surface

define the spaces by the bodies that occupy them

the eyes of the birch follows the trail of smoke

the city rooster runs amok pillar to pillar looking high and low for its tail of feathers

backtracking only to find a feather under my foot