Tag: senryu

the concrete grows soft by the hour autumn noon

azure flashes in the grey in the rain outside

seek answers to our prayers from ash and cinder

waking to her cold limbs and voice full of fire

a page from an unwritten book i take to bed

a day and a month more to winter these bones know

autumn the masses pay to be inspired

disconnected from the city dreams this skin

swallowed whole the stray who barked at the fog

from the well her bucket ripples with stars