Turbulence

What can the wind blow other than deep roots?The maiden holds her swirling skirt in dreadBanyan trees grow roots to go underground Check your homesteads to see what lies looseWatch the clouds fly, and the sky blush deep redSecrets are stories to make worlds go round When the winds whistle, will they remain mute?those who … Continue reading Turbulence

Seasons

The sweeper looks surprised when I say, “Treat the dried leaves with the same respect you give the dead.” I hear the leaves crying out in anger when trampled by insensitive feet. The widowed branches are unsure if they want to mourn the departure of the old or welcome the new arrival. Seasons always put … Continue reading Seasons