It’s a beautifully gloomy day with the wind howling around in the elevators of two of my buildings like a ghost in the machine that is following me and the paper trees looking like the poets of the trees with their love letters written with rain. They are waiting on the rain. ❤
The sky’s deep waters
at the shore of vision.
Out on the horizon
sails fill with the widdershins winds
Sehnsucht song fills the air.
September is a sea
rising against the restraining wall of the year.
All the ships, all the ships, on the sea of air
piloted by ghosts.
See how the tall ships dance so close
but never touch
in their incorporeal flair. — Annette Marie Smith