leaves finally turn
ripped and dumped on grass yet green
time to stage next scene
2016.11.08: yearning
this melancholy
welling from a depth unknown
older than first thought
2016.11.07: out of phase
sipping morning brew
while graveyard watch laborer
devour off shift meal
2016.11.06: tall cotton
among modern giants
with blades dwarfing entire height
old fashioned windmill
2016.11.05: domain
grounded by low clouds
surveying their brown kingdoms
hawks on fencepost thrones
Longing For Water 