Happy Feasting

Happy Diwali

Orginal Gansta'

Woodsmoke

Tumbled like a stone
Shook with the thunder
Danced in the rain
Turn to see Fall come again
And wonder at Autumns' grace
Only once more to see your face
Like the fog loves the pine
I'm looking for a friend of mine
We never know
What we leave behind
Until we step away
All in the smell of woodsmoke
On a November day

November Octopus

holding it together