Autumn {or the weight of glory in a thousand scattered beams}

Arms on the windowsill. Night sounds being funneled through the screen like cream through a cheesecloth. A full moon that looks more like an almost-ripe pumpkin than the golden orb it actually is. Tears falling from eyes. Cicadas singing a thousand variations of the same lullaby. Leaves silently releasing their hold on branches that have … Continue reading Autumn {or the weight of glory in a thousand scattered beams}

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