Vulnerable
Mourning certainty— no longer sure of my thoughts... Longing for plain truth.
Mercury Water
Moonlight on the waves Like liquid silver rolling endlessly to me.
Gourds on My Noggin
Pumpkin on my head... Why is that darn thing up there? I don't know—do you?
Fall Leaves
Changing falling leaves, are you sad that it's over, dying in color?
