I look to the moonIn SeptemberAs the leaves changeInto mystical colorsDays before the switchIn seasonsAnd the weather cools.I hear the wavesRinging the bell at sea.I appreciate the skyAt dusk contrastWith the dark greenIn 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 moonIn SeptemberAs the leaves changeInto mystical colorsDays before the switchIn seasonsAnd the weather cools.I hear the wavesRinging the bell at sea.I appreciate the skyAt dusk contrastWith the dark greenIn the evergreens.