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.