autumn the fading horizon: another god is unmade undone unremembered and quite simply ceases to exist
Tag: art
zen garden: rocks do not become soft with age but softer with moss
i spy with my little eye: the morning landscape lets out a breath of fog
the sea returns nets with knots tied by unfamiliar hands
patience of a buried king: the autumn day waits to begin
autumn at dawn the coast calls but the soul refuses
get organized they said: its hard electing a leader when the fire burns out just like that
an almanac of timelines that has yet to exist
the autumn river warms when strangers strike up a conversation
violet butterflies and other things too delicate to name
