Geethanjali Rajan
A Tincture in Ether
It’s as if paint splattered the sky salmon pink, amber, and then some orange and gold. The orange gets brighter, the glow almost ethereal, before gently fading into a dull shade of peach. Suddenly, the only colour left is a strange indigo behind the black silhouette of a weeping willow.
slipping through
the gaps of my fingers
his last breath
About the Author
Geethanjali Rajan has been writing haiku for over 15 years and teaches English and Japanese in Chennai, India. She is editor of haiku at cattails (UHTS). Her interests include music, books, tea, and Japanese calligraphy.