Maple tree chapel
Ferns line the aisle
where is the bride?
smell of wet wool
Rain washes the window
The kiss lingers on my cheek
Glow of unseen moon
whirlwind of snow
fish below my feet
Rain on the rice
Sun breaking through clouds
Am I not loved?
Large flakes
Cover my tracks
Every path is new
Sun on the concrete
A man beside his bicycle
The chain has jumped
Bright sun
Low in the cold sky
Frost on dead grass
fire kissed leaves
signal the end of warmth
not enough time or space to complete every single little plan that I made and would have liked to complete.
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