No Plan, But Progress
No plan but progress
Living life as art
Others can witness the glow
It’s a gift I give to their heart
Living in the pursuit of beauty
Sleepy Hallow
Not quite cold enough to hideaway
Yet the gloominess permits us to simply, stay.
Contemplative in mind while engaging in a pursuit
The dark romance of this time - covered in a veil of seasonal soot.
The Hallow is open, breathing and receiving
As if it’s dying but with its heart still beating.
