Leaves fall, a breeze blows.
The transition to Autumn
is easy this year.
One reason for that
is this Victorian town:
a beauty in fall.
I find most solace
from the warmth of another;
close on those cold days.
Leaves fall, a breeze blows.
The transition to Autumn
is easy this year.
One reason for that
is this Victorian town:
a beauty in fall.
I find most solace
from the warmth of another;
close on those cold days.
Spent too much money
At Union Square Green Market
to cheer myself up.
November 2nd
made true with apple cider
and a fresh made pie.
Nearby a band played.
For a second I re-fell
in love with New York.
On the fire escape
the rain soaked through our t-shirts.
There was a new wind.
The wind continued
through the night, and that morning
it seemed fall was here.
I cut my own hair,
to change like the season did.
but it’s uneven.