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.