Transition

It is A part of life. Apart from life, I strolled through the forest picking at leaves I thought were ready to fall into my hands. They were not ready for me. I watched as others on the promenade picked the exact leaves of their wanting. Some trees bore fruit plenty with seed. They quietly […]

Leaves

This is a recent poem that I wrote on one of those nights where I found myself falling awake at 2am. I’d like to hear your interpretations. Writing poetry is pretty much novel to me. January 23, 2013 Leaves are falling, calling, for change, for life to rearrange, shift, and swift. Please, it’s almost spring, […]