“I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.”

I wish to be as patient as the sea. That waits for the tides to meet the sand again.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.

Home is where your soul belongs.

We’re Children, Teenagers, Women. We aren’t flames, but we have fire in us.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

If you could choose to be anyone, would you still choose to be you?

Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We have the entire universe within the soul. So dark and empty and yet, so full of light, so whole.

You’re like the sun; because nor the grey nor the storm can bring down the essence of your wildest form.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.

Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest.

You remind me of autumn because every time I think of you, I fall like a leaf.

Spring, summer, autumn, or winter. I wish I had failed as little in other ways.

The World Series is played in my doubtless too-nostalgic imagination in some kind of autumn afternoon light, and seeing it exclusively in the bitter chill of midnight breaks the spell of even the best of games.

Dancing of the autumn leaves on the surface of a lake is a dream we see when we are awake!

In autumn, don’t go to jewellers to see gold; go to the parks!

The most beautiful carpet is the carpet made of autumn leaves!