cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Stoplight Ahead

Cicadas’ chorus
Sings that summer is ebbing
I want to click pause

Stay a while longer
Savor charms of the season
Before green turns red

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