Choosing

To trade these hands For a house in the forest, landed On a hill above any risk of flood, but near A flowing stream,   To tear off the shingles For an open view, converse with hawks, Whisk out the stale air and leave The smell of rain,   To untie myself from this ball-bearing…

The Fall is Coming

The sun glares down on me whilst the cold in the air gives me goosebumps, The days becoming shorter leaving sunsets with less of its colour and more of the darkness of the nights. Everything is meant to change, change being consistent in life despite the inconsistency that lies within. The fall, is coming. The…