Longing for the way
wet palms face down
petiole in the air
Tiny bluebells
quiver in the breeze
It’s cuddle weather
single brown leaves floating
November
this Fallthis horrible disasterthe obscene presentability of itas if snuck in by treacheryand…
salty crew of onesailing the highly carpeted seasa blanket of braveryrocked to sleepby imaginative dreamswaves of emotion that want to…
sinister chill in the airunoccupied rocking chairnature’s noise groansmelancholy rhythmbrisk wind blowsleaves shiverI wonder…
