Meet me where
the trees have
begun sending
love notes to
autumn.

s.b.

Another day of autumn walking. It feels so good.

Some days waking
feels like unraveling.
The world leans heavy,
but the moon remembers me.
Still—
something ancestral stirs within,
soft but stubborn.

And I go on.

—Sana

* Listen to the sound of the air.

#morningmoon #waningcrescentmoon

The sky is gray, but the leaves called me out to play.

Have a nice day. 🍂

The young girl who,
since birth, felt alone
& out of place.
The young woman who
made bad choices,
but a few good ones too.
Now she finds herself
a wife & a mother,
older & wiser in the
last stretch of life.
I dance with my selves
in the shadows of
sunset leaving all
the regrets behind.

sb