it’s cold outside in cruel november neath the auburn tinted sky at daybreak and bronzed clouds hang heavily against the backdrop – skeletal remains of once lush landscapes lie barren in silent stoic autumn sleep – piercing winds return in force from bleak lakefronts cross wild country roads – uncertain vapors descend in rain or…
Tag: Weather
Autumn Blush
how many times have your thoughts drifted to turning wheels to cracked pavement to rolling tides of autumn grain streaming past windows down exhaling stale breath modernity inhaling fresh air forest pine and soil new sights before you the familiar reflected in the rear view chasing tomorrow emerging reinvigorated eyes tracing the horizon following the…
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