11.22.2010

season of persimmons

remember when...

the machine that snaps all of time in half
...we found a special place in the forest?

i'll write my love on more than a thousand weeping willows
...i thought the grass became the sea?

 a wish floated
...you opened these presents on your bed?

anything love
...nothing more, nothing less...

AND, in between those days of warm and cold, we looked for deer. they often vanish before we even get a chance to get closer. but when we least expect it, a large buck appeared behind us on Sunday. i want to take a picture of him some day. perhaps, in the winter time, it'll be rather enchanting. this is our first autumn together when the leaves change colors, and the trees begin to lose those leaves to where they now have fallen on to the ground, upon a soft bed in which they lay until the next season sweeps them away.

of moss and withered grey

the field has fallen

i wish it'll always be like this forever...