Oct 2016
the wind grew still at night
as summer left in a deep blue haze
my breath escaped softly, speaking the words
of your own true name -
now autumn dances during the day
and then returns to subtle slumber with the dawning sun
so starry, so ephemeral, and luminous it presents
a new passing - ever so beautiful - has just begun.
as summer left in a deep blue haze
my breath escaped softly, speaking the words
of your own true name -
now autumn dances during the day
and then returns to subtle slumber with the dawning sun
so starry, so ephemeral, and luminous it presents
a new passing - ever so beautiful - has just begun.
09.01.16.
"Autumn is coming. It may be the sneakiest season; it disguises itself with warm winds and late evening golden light. It wraps itself in colors that look like fire and the slowly fading sound of crickets at night. It comes without warning and without apology and before you know it, the air is cold and the leaves are falling and the Summer you thought you were enjoying is just a memory. Sly. So sly."
"Autumn is coming. It may be the sneakiest season; it disguises itself with warm winds and late evening golden light. It wraps itself in colors that look like fire and the slowly fading sound of crickets at night. It comes without warning and without apology and before you know it, the air is cold and the leaves are falling and the Summer you thought you were enjoying is just a memory. Sly. So sly."
