A crisp, amber polished surface of asymmetrical maple leaves covering the ground & dazzling our senses. Senses that are already…
I wandered in my own denial when those edgy skies hinted way before. Those shoulders I underused, those hands retreated…
The wind knows my will. This season It started before time for me.
Leaves changing color It’s their near end. Each fall designing their death With pure elegance. Autumn knows to shed skin.…