Nov 242001
 

warm grey day and i’m shuffling through the fall leaves and nut gathering squirrels and my eye traces the curve of this world and it lingers over big sky country, my mind pretends to sit in front of your fireplace…

i’d wish for below freezing temps and falling snowflake miracles, God’s winter doodles floating down like ballerinas that duet with mr. nightsky…

there’s nothing that can bring in a winter landscape better than the soft acoustic guitar, the silvery grey sky, and natural rouge on pale cheeks…

it’s moments when a simple midday walk to get the milk and bread, the endless supply of cat litter, when it all comes rushing at me like some crazed mugger… i’m feeling flush all over…

i’m not in charge of this story, it’s writing itself, i’m just along for the ride, hoping it’s a long steady one, i’ve grown up and can do without the scary dips or sisyphus pushing rock climbs…

it shouldn’t be that hard, love is only a four letter word…

  4 Responses to “linger”

  1. Ah, autumn, i adore her in all of her splendor.

  2. Good luck, my friend, but I fear that love comes replete with banked curves, sudden drops and heady climbs. It’s the nature of the beast.

    I will at least wish you luck in avoiding loop-di-loops and those stupid gut-wretching upsidedown twisters.

  3. what is it about love?

  4. can i borrow your muse, or who/whatever gives you these beautiful experiences?

    my voyage out into today’s warm autumn day did leave me thankful that my eye didn’t water and i didn’t have to keep my patch on and that i had brought my umbrella for the drizzle that began on the way back home.

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