
I look to the moon
In September
As the leaves change
Into mystical colors
Days before the switch
In seasons
And the weather cools.
I hear the waves
Ringing the bell at sea.
I appreciate the sky
At dusk contrast
With the dark green
In the evergreens.
“I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” – Joan Didion

I look to the moon
In September
As the leaves change
Into mystical colors
Days before the switch
In seasons
And the weather cools.
I hear the waves
Ringing the bell at sea.
I appreciate the sky
At dusk contrast
With the dark green
In the evergreens.