“Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’.”

You are so beautiful to me.

The Beatles did treat me as a member of the group. And that was a great honor, you know?

I got a story, ain’t no moral, I let the bad guy win every now and then.

I do believe that God has his hands on me and that he has work for me to do.

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them – the whole leaf and root tribe.

When one thing changes, it all changes. And now sitting in a pile of fallen dominoes I feel like me.

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

Like the leaves and trees beyond repair we let go, But don’t forget love.

And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.