Musing:
I am sitting on the felled Birch Tree at Trinity Woods. The log is slightly damp, and today it is feeling more like fall than most other days. I feel like I can smell the leaves turning, which may be attributable to the early stages of decomposition of the leaves (the leaf mold has a very distinct scent. The sky is clear, and I can hear the rumble from Colchester Street in the near distance. Here is a small and unrelated poem that I am writing while sitting here:
Haiku Love Sequence
I feel that maybe
The sky here is prettier
Than it is at home
But it doesn’t have
The usual birds and bugs
Which I miss dearly
The two of us are
A pair of gulls on the coast
Suspended in wind
The two of us are
Like glacial stones to the sea
Smooth and warm and strong
The two of us are
Stars that aren’t touching yet
But soon will collide