I walk alone –
footsteps – crispy sounds – cold breeze.
I turn around. Just leaves…
Month: September 2017
September 21st
flock of clouds cut in half –
sharp sun rays caress the fields
after all that rain
September 20th
off the train
cascades of long fresh grass
and dripping crystal clear dew
September 19th
on the early train
through the window – fields of mist,
ghostly horses grazing grass
September 18th
rain pouring, pouring,
and I shiver and walk on
and shiver
September 8th
tap, tap, tap – raindrops
on the rose leaves flood my dreams
on a wet September day
September 7th
red leaves, dark shade,
thin cover, thick maze,
early autumn, short day
