Tales of autumn

  My head under water, browsing through my thoughts, or so I think, they are mine. Somewhere, when things get quiet, I can hear the ...

I cannot hide, you portray me without question my ebb and flow, my dark and light you're my constant friend, and I cannot look at you an...

you become… somewhere between ploughing the fields with bare hands and feet climbing rocks and trees because daylight demands to be soaked i...

  Leaves are falling, Flying before coming down As my days are passing Colour like memory fades Reminding me I should leave, Yet something i...

 

     in the garden where the wildflowers grow I heard a wolf howling, deep into the night sadness all his own; it made me think of you. ...