September

The rocks are slipping
under the water, the tide
touches nobody.

February

The sound of brass playing under the river, warm notes in the cold water brushing past the bridge towers. So dark, so cold, the granite remembers the summer sun from so long ago....

The Days Are Already Getting Longer

Everything you think,
Everything you know,
Everything you think you know,
Everything you fear,
Everything you wish,
Everything you love,
Everything that breaks your heart,
Every lonely moment,
Every day you're thankful for being alive,
They're all real.
Please treat them accordingly.