Tag: senryu

new moon the winter flower’s fall from grace

dawn the sound of turbines and rain warping reality

the drizzle as guide the breath of flesh slows

the winter forest teaches us of new ways to dream

blood magic they say when a whisper can shatter your mind

shadows dart from tree to tree collecting the pale mist

the city grey drowns in the forever rain

we forget about ghosts and kneel before the rain

bonfire by the coast warming the sea of stars

highland path the soft frost blankets impaled cadavers