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”

The Interlude

Living in the interlude, I struggled to find peace, distracted by what had been, and desperate for what was to come. I waited for life to begin again– delayed in the interlude. Time stood still. An uninvited pause between movements, with nothing remarkable to show for myself. Ticks of the metronome, I felt dull, restrainedContinue reading “The Interlude”