a season
preoccupied with change—
one day, this whole month
will wake up
in a mood—
all gray
rain and wind
pounding the wet sky
harrying the crumbs
of maples
as they leave
a season
preoccupied with change—
one day, this whole month
will wake up
in a mood—
all gray
rain and wind
pounding the wet sky
harrying the crumbs
of maples
as they leave
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
Photographer of Life in North TX & points beyond
Prompting new poems for Red Wolf Journal
A Poetry Practice
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
