Fall tasks, undertaken at a fall pace. Leaves do not hurl themselves to the ground. Eternity is still surprised by a ladybug or late-season moth; admires armored Hemiptera lacing the sunny south wall; cannot resist caressing the buds holding next spring’s apricots. Her breath, the dawn calls clouds.
November 2, 2019
Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Apricots, Clouds, Diaries, Eternity, Fall, Hemiptera, Journals, Ladybugs, Poems, Poetry
