Leaves are dropping out of the sky, glittering the streets in passion colors.
Painting the driveways like a hurricane…
Chickens dance around the stones on which I sit shaking off dirt in clouds.
The timbers quiver and breath in lumps of cottage smoke.
There is more than flesh and bones so I will hold on hope…
"I want you to be my shelter
even if your arms are to small
to carry the weight of my world
please just don't let me fall..."