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A giant fir tree
stands strong and fierce
trunk trailing skyward
in a straight line
grounded into earth
limbs flying in the wind
but trunk stands steady
I felt that way once

Calendula
ray of sunlight
on a gloomy day
deep into the fall
you raise your head

Old woman
body sags
eyes dull
hearing wavers
songs all sung
slipping off to sleep

Photo by Cedric Fox on Unsplash

If I lived in a world
where I didn't know
a willow tree as a willow tree
or sunflower as a sunflower
but instead

I wandered outside last night
to check on our little world
The fog was misting softly
and round and round it swirled
When I awoke this morning
I heard the wild winds of fall

Cheyenne
not much of a morning girl
She hides away under a blanket
or deep in her clam-shell bed
a gentle soul biding her time
But a warm afternoon

NaNoWriMo
the opportunity
to write a novel
with the energy of many

I begin
it's to be a memoir
my first

Photo by Rick Medlen on Unsplash

that moment 

when the sun peeks 

over the horizon

meeting the night air

colors move

in an unending

symphony

painting the world

with changing light

awakening the daylight

Every morning, I curl up on a big red overstuffed sofa and drink my morning latte'. I look out the window at the flowers and the trees beyond. These days this is my view through one of the bay windows. This morning a pair of hummingbirds were making their way through the garden. They've been here for a while now, enjoying the fruits of my labor. Their favorite flower is the crocosmia, the burst of red in the image.