Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

waiting

in the sepia sea
nothingness, like a
cuttlefish amid clouds
watching the thick mass
thinning russets and golds
on my weary head buried beneath
the green bladed surface, dying
with me as the glow intensifies
one more time before fading away
over the fence, to hidden horizons
I must search for the dusks' red
warnings, autumnal tides turning
toward the white solstice paling
a decaying heart waiting for a
perfect season to rewarm this
soul, with beating heart aching.



9.24.20

take me somewhere...