secret council: even the king needs advice from his inner circle of mushrooms
Tag: poetry
window space: where stars gather the most than anywhere else
birdsong and not the sound of bombs
the first butterfly seen after a storm is believed to carry the sky’s apology
a second moon hides in plain sight: between the folds of a grieving sky
clay moon: even the most frightening of beasts can be moulded with gentleness
autumn moon: her face the sum of goodbyes
beats at her chest and wails: mother monsoon desperate to put out the untamable fires of the east
sky piercing glass towers home to some of the shallowest of humanity
autumn winds passing through: leaves sound like hands applauding your very existence
