the air was crisp.
the sun was low.
the wind was soft.
there was so little.
that mattered so much.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Jeff Kepler
Tag: Poetry
storms (a collaboration)
Had the opportunity to do another collaboration with the wondrous Nandita (in italics). Always thrilled and humbled to share my words with her.
there was a recklessness
to the blow
of the wind.
a fierceness
to the sway
of the tress.
a harshness
to the pour
of the rain.
a way the night
lived in its own rebellion.
there was serenity albeit
in the darkness of the night
a grace
to the shying
of the moon
a wisdom in
the way the skies burst open
buckled hearts
to usher in
a gust of purified breath
to wash away the stains
from stubborn minds
©Hudson Biko and Nandita Manan Yata. 2018.
care
i want to
spend less time
caring more about
the endings.
that haven’t
come yet.
© Hudson Biko
Photo by Flo Karr
pour
expectations
there are things
that you begin to wait for.
like night to sunset.
or thunder to lightning.
or leaving
from those
you want to stay.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Thư Anh
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