Tag: senryu

the soft hum of scheming machines echoes through the concrete grey

full moon at summer’s end: tea steeped in moonlight

summer packs up and the driftwood ancient as time itself floats in

bloated belly: swallowed a ton of salt winds on the breakwall

summer at low tide: the crab scare on the bread baited hook

tread lightly: where the grass grows in soft spirals

keeping the evenings gentle with a ritual emptying of the cluttered mind

chime of distant bells carries the essence of life across the concrete landscape

the empty side of bed becomes a place of quiet divination

the first mist of day is welcomed as a pale visitor from the depths