Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

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

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

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

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