Winter winds weep as they lay their sorrow in the folds of my dress Crows bleed feathers as their skin grows loose from painful hunger Brown eyes deposit luster within a hollow oyster where the sun hides Sepia runs a palette of winter grays upon the face of a swollen clown Whitewashed boulders bleached from a tired sun, mark her…
Category: God’s Fury
The Devil
Mount Ararat holds the wind in the silence of snow peaks where splinters of the ark rub nails creaking in her cypress side hope traversing mountain wafts lavender, jasmine, and wisteria sing woeful at an oath once absolute Please read the rest of my poem at MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), if you enjoy…
