Tag: The Season

it’s cold

it’s cold – the sunlight, the air, the stones, the cat’s fur, your eyes – and everything…

I feel it

I feel it sweeping in – new coolness in the rooms, through the cracks it’s sneaking

Walking through the park

walking through the park in the dead afternoon – it’s refreshing!

Early morning

early morning – tea; spiders weaving webs on trees; coming of autumn


everything’s on fire – the room, the air but worst yet – burning hot’s the bed…