Late September. Rain on the skylight.

Was going to make some cinnamon rolls tonight but decided to start this up instead, thanks to Katie. It's been a while since I had written for the sheer pleasure of it, the feel of it. Reading your blog (whiskeychatter.blogspot.com/) inspired me. Thank you.


What do I love most about the fall?

Red rosehips against the robins egg sunrise.
Yellow aspen against the creamy lavender sunsets.

Magpies fluttering into the white morning wildflowers (someone once tried to tell me magpies are only black and white-they must never have seen their turquoise-emerald wing feathers glint in the morning sun).

Knee high wool socks and my red sweater coat.
Pomegranates, pears, apples.
Tea.

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I just wrote this one tonight. It's not quite finished.


abalone

walking home from the bus
i hopped the ditch
towards library bridge
the sun falling quick
in the sand colored sky
that crazy last light
making everybody beautiful
(the world like the inside of a seashell cracked open for the first time)
on the porch over the creek
a few people, some faces I knew
bent into the words
of the curandera
the smoke of the palo santo
drifting from her hands
followed me fifty feet away
down a memory i never had



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