Riotous color
Makes me sing,
Long, slow
Melodies with
Lilting twirls.
Gold leaves
Laced with frost
Fall,
Swaying through
Clear, blue
Sky like
Promises.
Categories: Poetry
June 28, 2024
I mostly run on gravel roads, the kind that promise solitude and dust. My pace has slowed, as has most of life, become more of a quiet watching than a frenzied doing. I am less Read more…