against a gray and gloomy sky
the crimson oak leaves wildly wave
they’ll drift into an early grave
forgotten by the passers-by

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
against a gray and gloomy sky
the crimson oak leaves wildly wave
they’ll drift into an early grave
forgotten by the passers-by
… for now, the morns are meeker than they were …
… and the crows above the forest call; tomorrow they may form and go …
Read Morewhen i woke this morning
the ground lay thick with leaves
a sparkle in the morning sun —
Read Moreeverything that begins must finish
nor would i wish it to continue
dear those these days have been
gold-bleached grasses bend
in the wind while ice frosts
the slender fingers of every
black-barked tree
emily, i am tired —
emily, what shall i write?
golden hour has warmed
the brown of dry leaves
to bronze
awake, my soul
Read Morewhat did You look like
Son of God?