what is left of summer is gathered and placed at the foot of the mango tree: to be devoured
Tag: poetry
the pearl grey fog lifts and the moon reveals her darkest side
silver outlines each blade of grass in the dark before dawn
to do: a bonfire vigil by the coast when autumn properly arrives
birdsong from fields too distant to hear return as gentle dreams
kindness repeated over generations make the best kind of folklore
a softness the calendar cannot explain: the first breeze of september
the old pond guards a secret spot just for dragonflies to spit their fire
first contact: the moon shies away from the teeth of tide
autumn: a hint of pale mornings on lips
elancharan gunasekaran 