Upon the narrow spine of earth
that rises gently over the river’s hush,
morning spills its molten gold—
an orange hymn across the sky.
Two figures walk with...
At the heart, upon a timeless stump,
A peacock rests—dark, sculpted, still;
A living myth in gentle slump,
Crowned by dawn’s unspoken will.
No color speaks, yet all...
The lake receives the sun
amid a chorus of waking birds,
ripples catching gold
as the day clears its throat.
Clouds rise in burnished hues—
amber, saffron, flame—
while the...