Ahh Fall. A time of crisp leaves, cozy sweaters, and cups of steaming cocoa. Or a time to watch the slow decay of life around you as...

Crimson-kissed treetops Leafy flares that signal Fall Burning as it cools

Discovered remains-- A cityscape of splinters Where life resisted

Anticipation, with eyes fixed on the future, dims the present view.

Past the lakes of teal and farmlands wide and golden, we journey back home.

What if the windmills are giants' garden pinwheels? Maybe we're the ants.

Do I love baking for the product or the process? Or for the picture?

Like a pendulum, Faith in this dream I'm chasing High to high to low

Somewhere in between splashing and berry picking, my heart smiled again.

Too much Twitter time. My eyes are glazing over. I'm scrolling through life .