On days like this one
mortals are elevated
to the height of Gods.
by Scooj
On days like this one
mortals are elevated
to the height of Gods.
by Scooj
Summer’s last hurrah
new leaves unfurl, unprepared
for September’s chill.
by Scooj
It must be Autumn,
there’s no need to step outside,
Google told me so.
by Scooj
Father and daughter
on a cool September day
cycling together.
by Scooj
To be trapped is to
be filled with a fear so great
that all fight subsides.
by Scooj
Autumn harvester
too much maligned grey cousin
of Potter’s Nutkin.
by Scooj
How long must we wait
to revel in warmth again
and bathe in sunlight?
by Scooj
Young whippersnappers
take heed; your golden years will
begin in your fall
by Scooj
Oh sweet slumber come
and engulf me in your arms;
nourish me with dreams.
by Scooj