POETRY
Gods Changing Leaves
Free verse

in attempt to fix the colours,
I inhaled them off the branch
stained deep in bronchi
but tripped and fell at the site
of gods changing shape
in a treasure pile of leaves
in attempt to fix the colours,
I inhaled them off the branch
stained deep in bronchi
but tripped and fell at the site
of gods changing shape
in a treasure pile of leaves
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The Howling Owl is a new juried publication featuring poetry, fiction, essays, and reviews. The publication is new — March 2022 — and will change over time.
Poet, Iconoclast, Word Nerd. Likes shiny things. Writes on Philosophy, Music, Nature.