Forgot about this dark lil’ number I wrote a few months ago. (A poem request by a follower on how darkness reveals.)
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Forgot about this dark lil’ number I wrote a few months ago. (A poem request by a follower on how darkness reveals.)
Because it’s Fall! And Fall is beautiful. I’ve missed you, #calligraphy! Except that my pen nib choked at the last word…oh well. Scent of dewy earth and smoky breezeMulch of color beneath booted feetGripping tight life’s warmth in cupped handsAs leaves turn and blush in the arms of their wooded lovers.