Growing up
we still had four seasons...
...
A Cascade of leaves slowly flutter down,
Untamed by the breeze thats swirling around...
We often take for granted
what's most precious...
Why do I connect
with ruins of people lost...
You stand as Sentinels of gold
Garbed in sheaths of green...
Put off the lantern.
I am waiting for the moon’s...
Fire
Burning...
Do I have a choice
before knifing the page...
Adjure adjure; entreats the scent of a yellow...
alluring a sweet earthy olive fragrance...
OUR DRUNK FRIEND
He goes out on a limb, he cares not who sees him...
Amber gently drizzles
Upon...