the son of water
rained upon this full season
to swell its reason
into life
from lifeless, fragrant days
autumn is not fall
’tis resurrection
harvesting
the poet’s desire
to cast the sun kissed sleep away
and wakened into beauty stray.
the son of water
rained upon this full season
to swell its reason
into life
from lifeless, fragrant days
autumn is not fall
’tis resurrection
harvesting
the poet’s desire
to cast the sun kissed sleep away
and wakened into beauty stray.