lumber yard

in the damp wood smell a memory: somewhere before my own birth

the reaching

shadows, the reaching tendrils of fire turned inward and aimed earthward

always you?

”it was always you,” the autumn said; i wish i could believe her

long scary trees

long scary trees tell dark tales of when they last saw your kind before...

fall decorations

fall decorations that signify even this bad time will pass —

the first light

the first light we find isn’t always the straightest way to get home