New and old,
Beautiful: living and dying.
Too difficult to master, too simple to ignore.
Every shade of every color casts its own spell.
Every breath of you brings me lighter still
The only dank smell that brings a sweetness.
Crunches, sways, tickles my ears.
Last vestiges of green …. Not quite craving, something.
What is it?
Thanks to Alfred Borchard for today’s photograh