the nature of the autodidact

Libra season

escorted out

ever so

apropos

by the waves

of Scorpio’s wind

.

big shifts ahead

.

eclipses after

magnified loves

create phoenixes

of self

.

the leaves

play footsie(s)

inspired by the

winds of change

.

“Anyhow, I Love You”

plays in the house

Carl circles you

sniffing the difference

sussing out the blanket

.

the trees closest

to you

are a mixture

of yellow and green

.

there’s one big

patch of blue

under a blanket

of sun and moon tinted altocumulus

.

your neighbor

whistles once

then again

.

it's the moment(s)

my friend(s)

the present(s)

in the moment(s)

.

snakes don’t always hide in the grass(s)