When adults won’t prevent it
I don’t understand
poetry, prose, and photography

The still tree’s branches
Memories of autumns past
A street light’s halo

Walking past this church
Light searing into the sky
Quiet song of nights

Moving through the day
The cool air and the sunlight
Autumn delights me

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash
Autumn’s gentle days
As the year creeps towards it’s end
The sunlight’s lower

Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving

Looking to the sky
As I’ve returned, again, home
Calmness with the dark