the autumn landscape goes into a trance of bleakness
Tag: tanka
hold steady let the dark overcome and occupy this mind
from dusk to night the seamless transgressions of flesh
late autumn if the seen is said will the unseen be unsaid
clandestine eyes observe the flesh in ways you could never imagine
watchers in the dark do you see the light as I see it
first light some mouths have too much to say
coffee at noon and the art of not dying
the dark moves on but the stragglers linger in limbo
this introspection has been entertaining ciao my love