Like a dragon,I raked the goldand rubysheafsin a greatand fragrantpile, andfelt for that moment,this was myhoard.Crisp airmingled withdistant woodsmokeand thesweetsmellof wetAutumn leavesare still mytreasure.I keep itlocked inmy heart,in my memory,in my soul -the soaringfeeling I hadback then,when treesshook offtheir summer coatsand the airwas filledwith the promiseof harvest,ripening – and everythingwas stillpossible. April 11 #CRFAprilNationalPoetryMonth Today’s … Continue reading Autumn
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