culled: soft feathered bodies laid to rest under the tireless watch of the old mango tree
Tag: senryu
slipped through the fingers and just like that the day is: gone
when the autumn quiet finds you: surrender
half moon: the wail of autumn wind turns the fields silver to the grain
there is a stranger magic in things that belong equally to nobody and everyone
rain this autumn night: black constellations swept across the yard
halfway home: set the bucket down and let the autumn moon settle in calm waters
blessed be your heart if it is full of wildflowers for grief will never take root
hold my beer: pond’s edge a gazillion eyes of frogspawn gaze back
the centuries old well sings only when sunlight reaches its bottom
