
bare toes on wet grass
the scent of rose in autumn
glad to be alive

bare toes on wet grass
the scent of rose in autumn
glad to be alive

the edge of the woods
a shadow catching itself
among leaves and grass

one would imagine
a speaker wouldn’t want to be
this fly on the wall

the morning stillness
the sound of something falling
the weight of the world

the edge of autumn
wild grasses gone to seeding
dove taking to flight