Summer Stumbles into Fall

Summer stumbles into fall

Broken skin bleeds oranges and yellows but not reds

Leaving me confused about the colors of tomorrow

But not disheartened about the path ahead


Faith scatters voices to the side

Revealing paved walkways, making way for each step I take

Ever forward, no longer backwards

Erasing footprints behind in my wake

Take Me To The River

Take me to the river

To taste the sound of cold crisp currents

And inhale the clear eye of calm waters resting around the bend

Where rice paper voices lie in wait on the surface

An escape from the hangover of yesterday’s words and deeds

Absorbing the sun’s reflection in calloused palms

Discovering a fleeting embrace from the inside out