Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...

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

Everything makes more sense
when it rains...

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

This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...

Stifling and torrid was
the day you passed...

The river flows,
flows like a tear...

All those days you spent
Looking through that window...

Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes...

There must be a place
where the rain stops...

Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...

In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...