Days of rain
leaves gather on the ground baring branches
flowers fade brilliantly saturated
I make a fire in the wood stove but even with just one log it’s too hot. I open the door to let the heat climb the stairs.
an in between time
a time of patience and acceptance
of allowing it to be
Maria, that is beautiful. The last words sum up life for me at the age if 58 in this wild time on the planet.
Yes, Donna, it’s how I feel too, I’m glad it connected with you.