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The Trees

The trees were heavy. The season's change shows one thousand droplets all rolling down filling empty paper cups with the meaning of life. I caught a leaf in my hand like led, engraved with gold it pulled me and tomorrow... Continue Reading →

Rain or No Rain

What rain, today! Beneath your umbrella I count the split-pit-splat in a time indiscernible to you. You, with your rhythm, reading notes over a sheet of white, your elf shaped ears take in music. They look like mine. We age... Continue Reading →

West Hill Roll

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   

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