yesterday I spotted my first hint of fall.
there they were.
red leaves, blowing in the morning breeze around my feet.
fallen from the one tree on the street that had just started to turn.
I grabbed a few, and we made art.
love you, bossy.
About Me
- chelsea :: stock
- wife, mother, the rest is to be discovered. I write. poetry. yes I realize how unicorn that sounds. I jog. come on, jogging can be cool. for serious. I jealousize. yeah I do the envy thing, but in a nice way. I stare. its usually an accident. an awkward one. I pretend. can't help it, still fun to imagine. I laugh. and it changes, really, it does, kinda weird. I remember. the best and worst memories at the best and worst times. I dream. nightmares nearly every night for as long as I can remember, says more about me than alot of things. I think. and chances are, about you at one point. be flattered its good.
1 comment:
Precious. Fall is my favorite. It is still very, very, summer-ly here.
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