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…
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…