Friday, September 20, 2013

rough poem

cool
just shy of a killing frost
enough to shrug
the old lumberman coat
up over summer
robbed shoulders
awkward
       warm

4 comments:

  1. Oh me, too, this morning, kiddo. I am resisting the rain-gear a tad longer, though. In denial.

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  2. that's exactly where we are, isn't it? sigh.

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  3. very true & with a down pour of rain for me.

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  4. isn't it awesome? I can not begin to imagine how it is we deserve the truth and beauty of such transition))

    xo
    erin

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