Becoming Salt, Becoming Clay
Becoming root and death and crow
And all these leaves, this foliage on your shoulders — like all the ghosts of childhood's wild silence laying on their hands as though to guide you. It is time to fall into your life.
— from “SEPTEMBER” by Joseph Fasano
I do not want to be myself Though myself is all I know So I dissolve into the trees and seeds Shift shape, expand and grow I crest and fall as autumn wind Through caves and fields I blow Becoming salt Becoming clay Becoming root and death and crow Who am I? I am myself And there is nothing I am not
autumn dispatch 02 | 30.09.2024 | September fades and falls away like the dried husk of a seed. Deeper autumn awaits, broughtW on slowly by the falling rain, the cooler light, and the swelling freshets of wind. From the vantage of the hilltop the landscape reveals a sweeping tide of change in waves of shifting colour. I light a candle in the deepest chamber of my heart and watch as the world around me decays.
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Beautiful words. Thanks for sharing x