layer of not-quite-frost
blankets the fairway
an expanse of white
atop so much green

layer of not-quite-frost
blankets the fairway
an expanse of white
atop so much green
hand-written poems,
shared with friends —
an exercise in mobility
warm waters, pliable sand
the squish between my toes
Mayan morning sunrise
~ for my husband’s mother
peacemaker for a body
ragged and worn
battling the mounting years,
piling on fear after fear
bitter, savage wind
autumn spirals
every tree, now spare
I’m keen to engage
in some fabric creativity
once again
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.
mature willows, a pairing
our view across the way —
wind out of the northwest
discards of summer
and the mellow days
of early autumn —
vibrant recollections
sandwiched between
the darkness & the light,
might we all stumble
every now & again
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