a fallish tang, a telling breeze
nothing’s gonna last
the summer all too quickly turns
present into past
begin to dream of answers, re:
questions no one’s asked
discreetly, leaves are turning brown
falling rather fast
the Inca Roads I followed, once,
overgrown with grass
Tag: fall
poem: summer offers sun and storms
summer offers sun and storms
spring has left me chilled
fall could bring another wave
by winter, I’ll be killed!
sketch: ketchup packets fall from the sky
