Clings to the rocket
a real-life superman—
things you see outdoors.
Step out
Tag: poetry
The land folk
Native guardians,
though scarred and frayed, steady still,
rooted, stand their ground.
Same trees, different haiku. Here.
Attention seekers
Trees play with colour,
teasing eyes with illusions,
waiting to be seen.
Chilly days ahead
Pray to the heavens,
to shower upon us love—
sunshine in winter.
It’s what you make it
A precious relic,
or decorative ear piece—
all’s nationalism.
