Look: an October summer
The sun wrings out the last of its warmth
So it drops in thin rays onto the beach
Planted in the cold sand, the sky too blue
The wind calls goosebumps to my skin
I read like it’s July in the apocalypse
With a perfect view of a deserted shore
Look: a walk through an autumn woods
We live in a postcard
But our lives are not the scribbled notes of vacation
They are the journals we keep
Through each waning of the moon
Even when we pick out the pretty lines
Every clumsy word sits on our heart
With Love,
Natalie