Autumnal colours

The chill bites

Bristling with fur

Grit in my eyes

Sometimes the damp shine

Of tears

Ghosts of old wounds

Healed and acute

This is the path

The mourning sun

Kisses me and the wind whispers

Through woods where monsters walk

And I, in my time, have been one,

Faithless and fated,

The dog draws maps with his nose,

And yet there is a peace found

To replace the pieces missing,

Time enough to do it all,

Time enough in nothing,

So much energy spent in avoiding the

Burden of performance

And better spent bearing it now,

Let me tell you,

How I shudder with pleasure

For the endless possibilities

And the fight to come

My book Until She Sings is out now.



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