Like Leaves, I Fall
I don’t write poetry all that often. Only when something stirs deeply enough to demand it. Lately, I’ve been untangling some complicated thoughts, and just as that began, the world around me started its quiet shift into autumn. There’s something grounding in that... How the natural world seems to echo what’s happening inside. This piece might not be for everyone. I’ve spent enough time with the British Romantics that their influence tends to seep into my work, whether I mean it to or not.
I’ll return to my usual soon enough. But for now, here’s something that’s been sitting heavily on my soul. Take care as always, Peace and Love ~ Mae
















