
In Autumn, I catch feelings.
They say it’s nothing serious,
that memory is fleeting,
but when the sun starts retreating,
I find my land below the old willow,
get to full moon swinging,
count the fireflies like long ago
in that same cool evening.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: Shayla’s Art Sanctuary
Bon Iver “Things Behind Things Behind Things”


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