I’m trying to invoke the spirit of autumn With you Trying to tie up all these loose threads And bind rocks together In the shrines we’ve built Out in the woods To remember what We’ve left behind Never dying like Those falling leaves Just another place to worship How we got to where we areContinue reading “Ancestral Shrines”
Leaves lying on the Surface of a lake crescent Floating by in Nitrogenless currents Clouds compact Sky drips into water Still floating on by A stem and petal carefree
Pine needles Lying dead on the ground Aren’t forlorn For the loss of themselves Are the buds next spring Harboring the same souls As those decaying into Dry spears down below? Is this why They do not fear the fall?
Bleed for me This first autumn First blood Real red leaf drop