the morning mist reaches out a tendril and touches the tip of tongue: alive
Tag: senryu
wildflowers by the autumn coast reinventing the dance of waves
all we do is take: when nothing grows give the earth a year to dream
is your heart heavy with dew? whiskey and conversations with the trees might help
autumn swallows charge into the morning fog: godspeed my friends
autumn noon the sun is gone and the grey holds us hostage
relentless thoughts and premonitions come from a place of rust
some days: i delight in not knowing never understanding by just simply being
a tenderness untamed: your skin becomes the slate upon which we build worlds
the brevity of the fading light has changed something in me
