To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there