I left the house around 2:30 in the afternoon. The sun was shining bright, but the wind was blowing steadily. I had hoped the squirrels wouldn’t be scurrying around on the ground if they were moving at all. The foliage was in that slow Fall transformation, but still pretty thick and hard to see small…
Tag: October
The October Promise
The wind blew a dark mask overhead, Ache crept into my ambitious bones, The mask exhaled whispers of promise, Dead leaves fell like bombshells of truth, Clumps of hard dry earth turned heavily, I yeild, O’Mother.
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