city of apples – a poem

my friends live in a cluster in the city of lights or is that Paris they're in the city of apples you know which one i'm 3 hours north living my quiet domestic life by the seaside nestled in the theater forest with the foghorns and homemade ice creams and living in a Victorian mansion …

autumn – a poem

autumn raindrops covered in pumpkin flavored leaves the air is a mix of velvet vapor and crisp refreshing apple tall glass of cold water. candy colored leaves crunch like music and sway in dance with swirls of steaming chai tea. hands fold, arms embrace knitted sweaters fall to our knees. for a moment we live …