Monthly Archives: November 2020

They’ll soon fall.
Melting into the ground.
Or flying away …

Some days,
Are different.
Things appearing …

Today,
Let’s fly away with them.
Head south. …

Not sure
What it means.
It’s written nicely. …

Never thought
Seeing the same sunrise
Day after day …

Two-legged steel creatures,
Were recently seen,
In remote parts …

Clear, yet close.
Hazy, and far.
The nature of things …

Rare, sunny autumn day.
Time to blow away leaves.
Soon, rainy days …

Time to sand, wipe,
Paint you afresh.
Sunny days aren’t far away.

Alive, growing, thriving,
In a barren desert.
Where once, rivers flowed. …

Olden days,
When he ran the place.
Until someone close, …

Who would’ve thought,
That leaves
Could have holes. …

This wall,
Has been here
Longer than me. …

Today,
I can see
Life’s path clearly. …

Winter’s approaching.
Leaves will soon
Blow away. …

Burnt crown.
Hollow-eyed.
Decaying in daylight. …