One day I won't be able to say
if I let you 
or if you braided yourself in
into my life
The first for me



There's always a flare-up 
of autumn feelings, noticings, 
ponderings
A child chooses survival
over emotions
This is the season to cry
Bring up your Titanic
it never crashed



Debating buying mushrooms

to release them in the woods

while feeding this fall, incoming

Creating a soul for the season

is easier when down and tired

The charm of sadness

allure of change

the wind of smiles, come




In my fantasy world I just met Zach Bush and realized that there was no one I could run to in a frenzy of excitement so we could jump up and down together, screaming smiles. 
So today I'm cultivating new imaginary friends.



When nothing goes right
go within
call it an existential pause
and see what comes
forth
For you're love, of course