Originally posted on Blood Into Ink:
Sharp edged truths crystallize in my throat cut me on faceted edges as I swallow them hard with a…
Tag: autumn
Summer Falls Into Winter
chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air
Ephemeral
Wanderer passing through slivers of place and time unconsciously dropping pieces of my heart like bright red Japanese maple leaves like seed pods the memory
I Am the Sorrow
Some days I do not just feel sorrow Some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky That threatens spitting snow I am
I Am the Sorrow
Some days I do not just feel sorrow Some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky That threatens spitting snow I am
