With the dying leaves
Take me back where I can breathe
Back where I belong
20th October 2019
From forest to field
Flora and fauna have fled
Fertile to futile
19th October 2019
Stuffed full of stuffed stuff
The stuff you stuff soon stuffs you
I say just stuff stuff
18th October 2019
Black crows murmuring
Each furrow holds a story
Who knows the ending?
17th October 2019
You are in red leaves
You are in little trees, you
Are in everything
16th October 2019
The years fade away
Only memories remain
There’s no going back
15th October 2019
So now we’re somehow
Swimming through cyclamen seas
Sublimely saline
