tears of fall

... and the rain beats on the window pane,
droplets only illuminated by grey skies.
Inside my heart I feel the pain
of outer natures demise.
And if I understand you correctly
not everything dies, just slumbers and takes hold.
We have to be bold and trust the course that life has given us,
a perpetuating force, perhaps this time resounding from an inner source.
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I am starting a new sculpture, against all odds of resistance. Indiana lime stone. Strange matter; super homogeneous. I am also tempted to simultaneously start an other form in Vinalhaven granite, just to observe the difference of physical qualities. We'll see what happens.
Fall can be inspiring after all.