cat nap: the autumn hills call and clouds race from distant lands filling the barren sky above
a vow: her quiet becomes mine for all eternity
empty chair in the field: butterflies gather expecting a guest
daggers: the black of crow wings slice through the morning haze
autumn coast: the hair raising battle between tide and wind
a burning yearning: to unveil the depths of the void
free us from iron shackles of grey with your birdsong
the dance of tides on this moonless night calms the soul
and if you knew the reason why would you drive a stake through the heart of autumn’s sun
you smell it before you see it: woodbine peeking from behind the stonewall
