cruising through the madness of this winter day
Tag: poetry
static pulses from the cabin in the cold woods: guard your quiet
unwilling shadows dispatched by the pale light of winter
mind’s eye: collapsed futures and strayed possibilities and still the path to salvation exists
in the coming days i will bid farewell to winter’s soul with grit and gratitude for the lessons
the sound of horns and trumpets obliterates the perverse designs of night
residing currently: in a world invaded by wintertime madness
silver fish of winter carry fragments of the moon downstream
you can feel it in the winds and in the smell of the rain after the quiet designs of spring
snow covers the incantation and roots memorize the syllables a druid plants a spell in winter
elancharan gunasekaran 