In this black-out night,
the brightness of rustling,
somewhere in the depths of holly Continue reading “The Depths of Holly”
The robin can sing, alright.
He outstares the stars
and fires his songs at them, Continue reading “Robin under the Lamppost”
I wandered through the Garden of the Night
In search of where the Sun had lost its light Continue reading “The Garden of the Night”
A forest at night
dripping with breezes.
Quiet conversations of animals
in dead-leaf tongues Continue reading “A Forest at Night”