A Little Light Writing, Poetry

…the world is falling

cabin in the forest, September 2021

It seems
the world is
falling
but here, I am
still barefoot
on an
autumn night
the sand is cool
the moon climbs
the clouds

in the pine forest
cicada song
crushes me

somewhere …
a dove stifles
a sob,
crows laugh
in the distance

Words and photo © Jaime Greenberg, 2021