Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...

Rain drops from above
Gently quench a dry meadow...

This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...

Stifling and torrid was
the day you passed...

Everything makes more sense
when it rains...

I’d like to sail the ocean
but i’m sealed...

The river flows,
flows like a tear...

Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...

Her dark crystal hair
Stands out on the limpid sea...

Weary and beaten
Yet vastly firm...

Bored of earth limits
The boat took off from water...

An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...