AUTUMN

death throe of seasons.
Spring the birth,
Summer prime,
Winter destined demise.

cycle end begins come Fall,
so Autumnal resolution for mine:

to burden friends,
scourge myself
awaiting their reply,
shackle necks,
the lot of us,
while the leaf flurries die.

to inspire Joy,
and work each day,
and exist and re-sculpt and revise,
the only comfort besides the balm
of the Autumn breeze outside.

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She Holds Water Knowledge

Growing near beaches;
hardy, off the moister
side of a wisp-ing dune,
chased by wind and peppered
with calcium & quartz.

Salty,
I’d like to think so anyway,
in the purest sense of
personification, trust.