Month: November 2020

Run to the place
Where the gentle waters flow
Refreshed

Hollow wind
The empty street
Sound of footsteps

Crack of
A twig breaks
The silence

This morning is light
And birds singing
Summer songs

No shorts day
Is taken for granted
In November

Adjusting clocks
The eastern sky
Glows again

Between the wind
And noon’s warm sun
Shedding layers