a quiet morning
Christmas traditions changing
catalyst for change
arrives unexpectedly
disturbing the norm
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I’m posting a second today to catch up on my backlog. I’ll leave this one unexplained if you don’t mind.
metamorphoses
both the same person and not
from birth unto death
I am not the same person I was when I was born.
my thoughts and beliefs
through the living of my life
change every day
looking for purchase
after our first firm step towards
whatever comes next
I’ll let this one speak for itself.
pops of red this week
autumn’s palette broadens as
the days grow shorter
I’m going to let this one stand on its own.
outside the window
tinges of autumn color
speckled in the green
I’ve written in this space before about the floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall window that overlooks a ravine that sits at one end of…
doffing verdant hues
September slips into
something more yellow
Yes, I’m a syllable short in the middle line, but that’s where I ended up. Where I would have liked to end up is…
look at the edges
and notice the beginnings
of autumn’s return
I grew up in a rural town where the only option for listening to anything other than country was a “dawn to dusk” AM radio station…
having fallen down
because of bad decisions
I embrace the floor
How I ended up on the floor is unimportant. Why I ended up on the floor is also unimportant. In both cases, a veritable litany of…