Feels Like Fall

It feels like fall. Finally. Unequivocally. That uncertain feeling of each morning coalescing into the conflicted atmosphere of the afternoon, and eventually fading into the cool veneer of evening. I woke up this morning to the dark of a night gone wrong, to an early start of another autumn day, and to a cool breeze … Continue reading Feels Like Fall

My December

As cold as the coldest winter chill Seeping into my haggard bones I seek fire Their January eats me alive Then February, short and swift Like a judge’s gavel Descending, then gone A loping deer in the rearview March comes marching by Left, right, left, right An uncertainty unmatched Except by mixed company An April … Continue reading My December