Morning Walk

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

Today,

we went on a walk

in the rain.
The gentle chill

carrying whispers of autumn,

of a fall yet to come.
The rain fell on and off,

puddles and mud

scatter the sidewalk

like gloomy day booby traps.
I feel tired but alive,

noticing everything

around me as we walk

down the block.
The concrete holds

colorful memories of a

sunnier summer day,

chalk fading into water.
The scent suggests

late summer lavender,

the only other hint

browning stalks above

blueish greenery.
Raindrops cling to

late blooming roses,

black eyed susans,

and creeping jasmine.

If I collected them

I could make a love potion.
The perfect whirl

of a hibiscus-like flower

causes me to pause,

the beauty of it

makes my heart smile.
The first leaves are falling,

flaming centers will soon

devour the green in puddles.
Autumn is creeping

on summer today.

A Flittering Flame