beneath blankets fresh from linen closets, behind glass comfort, hot tea. grey are the silver droplets caught by dying rose petals
Settle sun, you warm me when I fall behind in gratitude and need to see you to remember. The cold floor comes to claim tears before they stain it with salt. Settle sun, I ask on the days, the voice... Continue Reading →
the west hills fog rolls over waking mind sweet into autumn calm perspective held innate gift of northern hemisphere the yearly journey takes breath hiding beneath leaves rain dampens the light sky clears brisk and bright
Cat Over Clock 