Who knows what Winter
will bring. I stare out over
the untroubled blue
Bay. Nothing telling.
Late summer ripeness. White white
clouds keep their secrets.
Earth has lost its sense
of scale. A way to put it,
absolving humans.
Who knows what Winter
will bring. I stare out over
the untroubled blue
Bay. Nothing telling.
Late summer ripeness. White white
clouds keep their secrets.
Earth has lost its sense
of scale. A way to put it,
absolving humans.