Sitting warm enough at my window, watchingthrough the weeks,the leaves all turning,dying, flying–Autumn draining of its color,of its spicy scents and allits memories of Summer… Winter churns and blowsnot so distantly it blustersup among the peaks,breathes out across the plains, all flurrying and hurryingto reclaim the air,the land, the bleakit seeks to hide beneath the …
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Homestead
It was spring and everything was new–Life and love and everything, and everything we planted grew!The door you’d made was open wide,the scent of new wood on the airthat brought the warmth of spring insideand stirred your soft and tawny hair… Summer came and baby’s laughter rangthrough the vine-thick upper frame,and all the lullabies I sangwhile lower, …
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 