Loud Thoughts and Quiet Nights.
I love to sit beneath the trees of autumn,
when leaves are crisp and all is
half-dead. An array
of warm colors surrounds me.
The solitude is overwhelming.
It's always easiest to write
in a cool night when all is calm.
I can be alone with my own
thoughts,
for once.
The world is quiet right now,
though my thoughts are loud.
This poem is about:
Me