Washing windows
must see the air
as it whips through trees
under birds wings.
~ Janavi Held © 2017
Tag: weather
It’s raining
It’s raining
I sit where
I love to be
in the half light
melting
into the
starving
earth
leaves glow
mirrors reflect
everything
I think I see.
~ Janavi Held © 2017
Monsoon Dreams
Monsoon Dreams
Bleached and tattered
bark of tree
leaves mired in wild wind
endless sights
of fragrant meadows
transparence filtering
flying pollen
and wet laden clouds
with white
and gray
monsoon dreams
inside atoms
resides the
restless
Master
playing
in a forest
of His
own making.
Janavi Held © 2017
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Letters to My Oldest Friend 