Scribbles # 51: Autumnal Demise

"November already." She was talking to herself as she kept walking. She looked around her and noticed the low hanging fog which seemed to swallow up the whole sky.  She pulled her coat up tighter around her neck as the wind gusted, lifting up the...

Devils and Grace

I know something about losing and waiting and holding too tight To the shifting sands. I know something about watching the sky bring on the storms and about time Standing way too still. I know something about longing and hoping and...