The Gathering of Scenes
Fog-veiled farm,
Tunnels, railings, scattered mushrooms.
A deep breath draws chill into the lungs,
Dew dampens trouser hems.
Water trickles softly from the pipes,
A jungle adrift, out of signal’s reach.
Roots catch the feet, rushing toward the beloved’s extended hand.
Watching the light drift across the cliffs,
as the wind stirs grains of sand.
A hidden stream flows with perfect clarity,
while the Jinsha River rushes and roars.
The old temple, draped in Khatas,
the snow-capped mountain gently reveals itself between the branches.