"Autumn, version III"
11" x 14" mixed media on canvas


I share my thoughts
at odd hours
when the mind
does not interfere
with its
distracting symphonies

Lifted from the
Monotony Train,
I sigh alongside
the autumn breeze
in a closeted world
of sentient trees & intuitive wind,
chased by color

Chills cross
the landscape of my skin,
the frozen sentience
of the winter yet to come
with its scythe

But these empty spaces
inside of me
not yet purged of
cry out with
the irrefutable knowledge
that I am still Alive.