fresh winds whistle
autumn’s
song
midst the absence
of birds to
carry it
along,
like a trickling stream
ready to freeze
at the very hint of
an evening
breeze.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
fresh winds whistle
autumn’s
song
midst the absence
of birds to
carry it
along,
like a trickling stream
ready to freeze
at the very hint of
an evening
breeze.
hands in the garden 