for lack of a better word: spring disguised as empathy
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
spring is not all joy and harmony but a time to celebrate the true you: however cryptic and cold you are
hand on her chest listening to the beat of a heart that was never her own
dark clouds gather: not to weep or wail but to warn us of the coming darkness
the quiet exchange between leaf and light: the void pulls at the unseen
the weight of time on fallen wood grants a damp and dark texture
a seed splits open: the might of the banyan sapling in all its glory
the slow curl of water as cold currents grasp at frail limbs
spring a vine snake holds the tree hostage hissing strange secrets and strangling the life from it with each climb
transfer the sunlit stone from soil to palm skipping it across the stream to wake the small gods