Trembling

a leaf trembles.

Trees

And when spring blooms again, the trees begin anew.

Van Gogh’s tree

he sat in front of his window, cried, raged, and painted.

sunlight

the light on what is dead and at peace.

grave

this cold stone marks your vibrant and beautiful life.

autumn

my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.

scattered

my memories flee my grasp.

reluctant arrival

the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.

yellow leaves

we grieve the death of our youth.

spark

the spark of magicfizzled out with summer breezeinto stagnant leaves