I feel Fall and am compelled to her, haphazardly, clumsily.
Beyond August into coolness, peace – a blameless place.
September brings with it cooler mornings and yellows, golds, reds and browns and the kudzu is fading down off the Pines it has strangled with vines.
October my birthday and birthday anniversaries galore and on to Halloween.
Then November. Cooler times. Less struggles and there’s only the question to storm and rain horizontally, all wetness and branches failing.
In the back of everything to me, there is a trail to walk easy green deluxe
She calls me and I go to her.
