It's Still Life

Senryu
the storm knows my name
it circles what I won’t say
and waits for thunder

Haiku
charcoal clouds ascend
light thins between their clenched fists
rain holds its breath

Senryu (after the squall)
rain cools the skin
but underneath, the old heat
waits its turn again.

Written as an ekphrastic for SenHai #41. (some) images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.