I was almost clever with the title there.
Again, reflecting (haha) on the relatively mundane…
Some musing on the seasons and how we deal with them, now that we are fully shifting towards fall.
Again, poetry made from the seemingly mundane…
Yay, more poetry about one of those constants or things that all humanity has a relation with in some way.
Trying to write poetry about something fairly mundane.
Playing with colors for a bit.
Something with a culinary theme again.
Poets will forever dwell and muse on the sky and what dwells in them, I think.
Some musings on this month and what it is like where I live.