Showing my work: 

Breathe deep. Autumn’s air. Same as always. Smokey and thick with a crisp finish. 

Same familiar autumn air I would draw in as a young girl. I remember her wild way with this season as I smell  fall’s cologne. That girl is not gone from me. The girl in love with fall.   She is with me still.   I’ve just cultivated her into the girl I am now.   And she’ll no doubt stay as I grow some more. 

The crisp aftertaste lingers. Winter is not far behind. Me and my girl have some pruning to do. 

About the.way.i.bee

Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader. . . Words are my mind's tools; writing, my soul's craft; this circus of life, my heart's muse.
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1 Response to Showing my work: 

  1. Doug Tuley says:

    You go girl…or shall I say girls?

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