autumn fog: everyone gets a personal cloud
Tag: freedom
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
slipped through the fingers and just like that the day is: gone
when the autumn quiet finds you: surrender
half moon: the wail of autumn wind turns the fields silver to the grain
