a trembling fog
folds so close — my skin
goosebumps

a trembling fog
folds so close — my skin
goosebumps
All the birds
on my wires —tender
in an #esoteric world
In the morning, at my doorstep—
a jasmine drop
how #naive to think—
hoarding flowers!
“At times I sit
on a storm,
still like a tree,
for lightning to find me.”
—when asked to define #intuition.
flamingo pink clouds
inside—a single heron
hunting my #moonglade