Tuesday, October 27, 2015

a place

Sometimes you  briefly meet someone
and you know you will meet again.
You know there is so much more.
But you don't know 
when or if
 or ever.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

the wonderful world of October

I might just love October most of all

My feathers wet
The rocks exposed
And the lake,
the freezing and the melting
a wind instrument
making the most beautiful