larger than life: silence that grows after the first thunder of autumn
Tag: creative writing
autumn skies darken and catkin shadows come out to play
caught in the autumn haze: wildflowers seem closer to home
autumn fog: everyone gets a personal cloud
it can be kind of special when you don’t seem to belong
when the creek becomes shallow enough to whisper and not rush
beyond fogged windows the thin smile of autumn’s crescent smiles upon the lonely traveller
subway platform: a fine line of morbid masks to choose from
gentle little rebels: dew hang from the clothesline awaiting the sun’s execution
culled: soft feathered bodies laid to rest under the tireless watch of the old mango tree
