bitter, savage wind
autumn spirals
every tree, now spare
sewing room, under construction
I’m keen to engage
in some fabric creativity
once again
provisions
leathery honey locust seedpods,
high-energy winter food for cattle and deer.
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pimpled green Osage oranges: squirrels love them.
humans, not so much; hedge apples, decidedly non-edible.
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assorted nuts, seeds, acorns & persistent fruits. mosses. twigs.
bark & leaves. late autumn gifts blanket the woodland.
resilience
mature willows, a pairing
our view across the way —
wind out of the northwest
curbside pickup
discards of summer
and the mellow days
of early autumn —
vibrant recollections
our shared humanity
sandwiched between
the darkness & the light,
might we all stumble
every now & again
Now would not be soon enough…
Really just want him to GO. AWAY.
to Frankie, with love
feeding my little monster
will this be the day?
sourdough starter, Day 7
the last good day this year?
leaves whoosh across the sunny path,
perpendicular to my westward trek
tomorrow, my friends, a different story
Jan terrorizes the east wing
mismatched argyle socks
Pippi Longstocking tangles
gaunt face painted in defiance —
her intractable iron will
pushes an unwary staff
back on their heels
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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