


When you walk outside in the month of October, you can see the silhouette of trees dancing as the wind bends the branches until they give up their leaves. I shriek in the night when I hear how loud it howls against the windowpane. I never did like the wind, it always comes uninvited like a party guest who yells over the music and shatters the glass which once held too much sugar. I forgive it only when I am warm from sleep or singing but once morning returns, I wish it away.
It soon will be time to take the sage and bees balm into the house. We've had a healthy autumn so far — sunlight, Chinook air, warm tea can wait for winter, the earth sending out invitations, no sweater necessary, the flowers still in bloom, that kind of autumn. Every salty tear I wept at summers end has been dried by the bounty of orange oak trees, golden light and the birds eating leftover berries. I only wish to be summer bound when the wind comes. At night, I pull a pillow over my head and tug at C's arm to hold me closer as if we're fireflies in a tiny jar.
The leaves of October twine and twist underneath a silvery moon while sleeping with the one I love quiets the wind and turns its howling into music. I don't ever want to return to the autumn's where I slept alone.
It soon will be time to take the sage and bees balm into the house. We've had a healthy autumn so far — sunlight, Chinook air, warm tea can wait for winter, the earth sending out invitations, no sweater necessary, the flowers still in bloom, that kind of autumn. Every salty tear I wept at summers end has been dried by the bounty of orange oak trees, golden light and the birds eating leftover berries. I only wish to be summer bound when the wind comes. At night, I pull a pillow over my head and tug at C's arm to hold me closer as if we're fireflies in a tiny jar.
The leaves of October twine and twist underneath a silvery moon while sleeping with the one I love quiets the wind and turns its howling into music. I don't ever want to return to the autumn's where I slept alone.










outfit details: Value Village vintage dress, Blowfish Shoes heels, Crown & Glory floral headband, Teja Jamilla on etsy fawn and mushroom tights
You write like a poem. I love it and I love your style. Poem girl.
ReplyDeleteI love this outfit. It's so magical, makes me think of you as a forest princess while you write poetry and sing songs.
ReplyDeleteThese photo's make me miss Autumn. The way you have styled this outfit is so beautiful :D
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ReplyDeleteThis outfit looks like a fairy tale. Straight from one of the storybooks of my childhood.
ReplyDeleteAs always, your writing and your photos are absolutely stunning! ♥
ReplyDeleteAmy xx
Little Moon Dragon
So so cute! Love your tights!
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