I write cursive on legal pads.

Autumn leaves

Added on by David S. Hooker.
There was a feeling that I would walk forever
With no company

When the sun cascaded above the dawn
Painting over the hues night seemed so fond of.

It was then I heard the titan speak,
Beyond what a whisper could whisper,

That one is never alone amongst creation,
That even we were as spectacular as the autumn leaves.