A photo by Autumn Mott. unsplash.com/photos/SPd9CSoWCkY

Sometimes I sit and stare at the falling leaves, pretend they give me inspiration while all I can really think about is how you built me a home in your arms and how I turned you down, chose the homeless life and called it an independent path.

But my feet are always cold and autumn takes me by surprise; the leaves keep falling and I wonder if this







while I didn’t even stumble.


13 thoughts on “Leaves

  1. I’m so late to the party of admirers, but… wow. I’m a huge fan of the powerful, poignant and short pieces. You bring out full emotion with so few words!

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