Tag: Poetry

Storm System

Deep under Spring-spreading leaves, from evening thunder splitting Summer

Awaken

Awaken, shake your limbs, send blood to their tips. Wet your throat and wash your face, awaken

Stilling

Time is tender against our skin; hours gently droop across your shoulders.

Book and Staff

All my charms are charmless, my tongue lacks the taste of magic, my spells depleted.