Fall feels like Love to me

 

Crow’s feet wrinkles

In the falling leaves

Cluttering the sidewalk

Showing naked trees

And yet the earth still

Kisses the cold breeze

Fall feels like love to me.

World’s Edge

 

Silence is a sweet smoke filling my lungs

Intoxicating my mind

With the possibility of being

Nothing.

Horizons spill out before me

Painting the edges

the curvature of earth.

There is something blissful about

Seeing everything

And being unimportant.

There is something beautiful about

Standing in the breeze

And breathing in color.