Month: August 2017

August 31st

crushed cherries all across the pavement and the dying light of shortened day

August 28th

yellow grass and burning sun over its shoulder summer saw weather cones filled with chill.

August 24th

The conversations we had under the fig tree linger in the heat.

August 23rd

The air is fresher on the top of a pine tree. Its branches shed sunlight.

August 22nd

Afternoon. Wild geese across the sky while I softly fall asleep.