#gogyohka

[briochebread]

LRT: this is the poem!

[wolfnowl]

here in the forest

as the rain beats down

the wisps of mists

rise up from the canopy

to greet it

[luna-sheep]

naming myself was neither a release nor a certainty

at any time, i felt i could be robbed of it

and i’d find out i only thought i knew who i was

because i’d never had any evidence to the contrary

and i didn’t really exist 

[fieryrondo]

80 centimeters

Four and a half trips around the sun

once theory, made flesh by

the mouse who dares to fight a lion.

To land it; a question of

not if but when.

[wolfnowl]

Morning fog

wraps the month

in its thick blanket.

Is March coming in as a lamb,

or is a lion hiding in the mist?

[wolfnowl]

tell me do you hear

the calls of the wind

sometimes whispered

sometimes a cry

spoken word poetry

[wolfnowl]

The work boots' label clearly states:

"PATENTED ANATOMICAL TONGUE"

In reading this I have to pause,

and wonder...

"How do they taste?"

[wolfnowl]

Great exhuberance she brings

to what has been the wind's task.

With broad smiles and muddy knees,

individually and collectively

returning leaves to their proper places.

🍃🍁☘️🍂🌿🍀