summer at dawn the deadlocked back rehearses its funeral
Tag: poetry
mid afternoon blaze the rain stutters until it runs out of gas
edge of the coastal fog light beams scour every inch of darkness
frost giants melt and the river flows into oblivion
the summer forest moves sensually when unobserved
in a tavern unlike any dragons trade smog for bone soup and bitter ale
the silent forest wipes the slate clean and reboots its memory
summer the fungi inherits the tongues of saints
dust masquerades as temporary gods floating dangerously in the light
if only i knew the answer to this quiet rebellion: rainfall
elancharan gunasekaran 