Splittin’ oak for this supposed impending snow…

I told myself I’d walk back in, get a bit more of the digital work done,

yet the cows are bawling this deep, guttural cry into the afternoon…

so I sit and listen.

The mountainside that will carry Carolina me on into Tennessee,

glows in this hazy lemon gold, a kaleidoscope of fall.

I know these colors and sounds will soon shift, as all things do,

and I want to burn them within my heart-mind, hold them close-in like family.


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