ContemplativeGerry StewartEach YearLeaves fall like words on a page, punctuations in time. Summers passing, flights of geese, the loosening of ties. Orange ambiguity leaf and butterfly fluttering. One to fall, crinkle and wither, the other freedom and flight.
ContemplativeGerry Stewartmarigoldred serrated face shining at the sun. yet like me you haunch your tiny petals in the dark.