It’s dark outside and I can hear the birds not singing they are somewhere safe and warm in nests in nooks of trees wrapped in tiny tufts of fur of soft leaves Advertisements
A midnight dance my two left feet on the patio alone yet not so very the falling leaves are the song and the breeze fills let’s discover if one can extinguish and dance
lately I reminisce remembering how as a child wrapped in a warm towel clean after a bath I would point my nose to the ceiling and shake my head slowly back and forth tickle my spine with the ends of my blond wisps and wish my mom would let me grow out my hair I seek to reconnect […]
I like the squirrels that climb up the trees. I like the leaves that fall out of the trees. I like the football that flies in the air and birds that fly in the air. I like them all in the fall.