Day 859, leaving.
Decomposing leave
returning inhalation
autumn disquiet.
Day 858, another day.
Preparing the day
for another trail of sweets
and bringing it home.
Day 857, stuck.
Holding on to tight
On a narrow path nowhere
protecting a clue.
Day 856, fly.
Looking to who you
reflect multifaceted
smell test and tasted.
Day 855, blue.
Upwards to gather
light that pulls up to the blue
where seeds can disperse.
Day 854, to bright.
A colorful eye
closing for incoming light
for richer colors.
Day 853, wake.
Black depth reflecting at the surface
Of an endless time spent alone
Amongst the noise of the wake
Day 852, last day.
