Washing windows
Washing windows must see the air as it whips through trees under birds wings. ~ Janavi Held © 2017

A Book of devotional poetry with black & white photography by Janavi Held
Washing windows must see the air as it whips through trees under birds wings. ~ Janavi Held © 2017
It’s raining I sit where I love to be in the half light melting into the starving earth leaves glow mirrors reflect everything I think I see. ~ Janavi Held © 2017
Monsoon Dreams Bleached and tattered bark of tree leaves mired in wild wind endless sights of fragrant meadows transparence filtering flying pollen and wet laden clouds with white and gray monsoon dreams inside atoms resides the restless Master playing in a forest of His own making. Janavi Held © 2017 My book of poetry…
"Storming" by Janavi Held