As we move towards the longest night of the year and the darkness descends, earlier and earlier every evening. My thoughts turn more contemplative, introspective. As the world outside slows down the world inside my head begins, once again, to bloom. 

Black moon.
Harvest summer.
Dandelion rust. 
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Insects whisper of autumn rain  
hot and howling by early dawn.
- — - 
When light smiles
through the window,
to walk about my dreams,
and breathe the garden
wild.