Sleepless Symphony 

The pines give little resistance to the southerly wind. They sing its whispering song

The first fall’s weep, collected in a gully outside my window. The puddle’s skin—percussion. 

A sleepless symphony. 

Woke and allowed my brain to as well. I only needed some water. That bastard is huffing paint and calling all his friends for some…

But then, a calming, distant yet familiar sound. Rain. Collected by the roof and channeled just outside my window where it washes away the dusty worries and summer worn edges. 

A cross breeze saunters its way between my window and allows me to take it in. The scent of baked earth being awakened.

Moody Clouds

The clouds gather like brooding thoughts at the edge of a restless mind, their bellies heavy with unspoken weight. They hang low, darkening the late summer light until the field seems caught in a pause—expectant, uneasy.  

Then, through the hush, a slender sunbeam breaks free—warming the weary traveler’s face, a soft reminder that light returns, even after the heaviest skies.

Aspen’s Brush

In the Rockies, autumn comes as a whisper first—

a chill in the dawn, a sharper edge to the wind.

Then, all at once, the aspens take fire.

Their leaves quiver like golden coins in the sun,

a thousand small voices shimmering against the blue.

Smoke drifts from chimneys in the valleys,

a perfume of pine and ember curling skyward,

reminding the traveler that warmth still lives

in stone hearths and in the hush of mountain towns.

Light softens here. Shadows grow long.

Each leaf that falls is a fleeting flame,

and in the quiet, the mountains tell their truth:

beauty burns brightest on the edge of surrender.

Too Early

In a patch of smooth air

The sleepy sun peeks over the eastern ridge

And wipes the mountain tops with tangerine

Clouds drift beneath, like a folded linen sea

The world below is quiet,

While here, time suspends between heartbeats

I turn to the thought of you beside me,

How your warmth would outshine the sunrise,

How your hand in mine would steady the sky

A horizon we chase but never exhaust,

A gentle promise written in light and altitude

Moon setting

As the moon gives its last beam

Sinking into the coastal range

I reflect on the constant dream

Of having my lover’s exchange

Herds

As I gaze out the window at 30,000 feet half watching a RomCom

Popcorn clouds drift.

Thoughts of you meander like autumn leaves in a slow moving creek.

Slow enough to savor the color.

If it were night, the moon would drape silver, like a whisper from you,

soft as a hand I ache to hold.

I watch the days, hours, and minutes of time waiting.

Every second builds the bridge

between where I sit and where you are.

Only a few more sleeps and a plane like this will carry me to you.

Distance bends and vanishes,

and love is our only geography.

Half bottle

The ceiling fan whirs and gives cadence to my

Meandering thoughts and self-doubts.

A slight summer late night breeze quiets the air conditioner

Windows open and breathing. 

In my dark and silent room with black walls

And distant soul, I attempt feeling

But only another splash of the tequila hits the glass that can’t go in the cupboard adds to the aesthetic. 

I wait. 

Arms length - hearts length 

The ghosts that linger in my bed only confirm cant and isn’t 

Apart…for now

I’m in my bed 

You’re in yours.

One of us is in the wrong place

The moments like this I know will be worth it someday. 

Rō

My heart is full. 

The moments across the pillow

With your eyes in mine

The quiet of exchanged emotion

Is what I’ve missed in my life. 

Your embrace

Is a hush against the noise

Sheltering as the sun gives way

Where our breath and being merge

And time forgets to pass.

Each heartbeat

A promise, unspoken but heard

In your nearness, I’m home. 

As we gazed into each others eyes

It becomes more apparent that 

We belong to each other. 

You

The way your eyes pierce my core and calm my chaos.

The way your hand in mine makes me feel belonging.

The way you always seem to find my sex and have me aroused in seconds.

The way your lips hover—just close enough to undo me.

The way your voice wraps around my name like silk and smoke.

You tilt the world, make gravity jealous.

Every glance, a promise.

Every touch, a confession.

With you, even stillness hums.

The vignette 

It’s a simple scene. 

Fireplace crackles

Casting color and shadows of the ones it lights. 

A bold red in glasses breathing

Your head in my lap, we we take in the quiet

Together. 

Quiet bliss

I trace the curtain filtered light that spills from the window over your body. Wanting. 

The day unfolds with my gaze lost in yours and the passion we share controls the moments forth.

Breathless quake. 

And the quiet bliss between two, tangled in white linen transcends words spoken. 

Austin list

Tequila 

Lube

Muse

At 30k ft riding the smooth air

Heading east and running from the setting sun. 

Traces of tangerine outline the clouds

Glimpses of the quilted farms pass. 

My thoughts are soaked in experiences unpredicted and connections true. 

I yearn for the rumba that distance holds.