What Autumn Says

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Broken bark, green seems
A great white weight is now gone
Exposure, silence

There’s Never Been a Place Like This.

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The young Cricket sings
Soft cotton songs in autumn
Woven in the wind.

Home & Cottage

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A river grows cold.
The sun sets on a summer.
A pleased jackal sleeps.

Sometimes It’s Okay to Do Nothing

I remember walking through a summer field. The sun warmed my face and the golden grass swayed through my fingers. 

I didn’t have plans. I didn’t have anyone to see. I didn’t have a phone. And I didn’t have any place to be. 

So I stayed for a while. 

I remember seeing the sky through a canopy of tall trees. The leaves and the breeze made a soft sound like applause in the distance.

I didn’t have plans. I didn’t have anyone to see. I didn’t have a phone. And I didn’t have any place to be. 

So I stayed for a while. 

I remember laying on the living room floor and looking out the window. Blue came by and sat next to me. Ruby joined too.

We didn’t have plans. We didn’t have anyone to see. We didn’t have a phone. And we didn’t have any place to be. 

So we stayed for a while.