Autumn’s good drying, life takes a rest, an overdue vacation, the harvest’s abundance, Autumn’s fruit falling, celebrates an ending, death’s silent promise no end in returning. clothes whip and crack on the line, desiccating Fall’s gentle gusts deceptive, defying alive, energetic living for dying. colours so vivid dead leaves a-flying.
Every morning when I wake up, I will see something, hear something, read something, smell something, feel something, remember someone. My first impulse is to call him on the phone. He was an early riser, lived alone and by nine o'clock he was in his garden, trimming something, cutting back, replanting. In the summer it…Read more HAPPY BIRTHDAY