Autumn’s Melancholy

there’s a melancholy that descendswhen the weather changes like thisor perhaps it’s simply who I am now i’m descending into grey the days slide byone blurring into the other and I see myself in the hallway mirrorracing from one thing to the nextbut the light is fading outside the light is fading inside Some impromptu poetry.Sorry,Continue reading “Autumn’s Melancholy”