A rainy Monday,
The other side of the coin
to yesterday's dream.
It woke me up.
I've ne'er heard such a monsoon
Cursing summer's end.
The flip of a dime.
The wind banished the storm clouds.
Metamorphosis.
Gold streams of sunlight,
The weather's tussle had ceased.
September prevailed.
Fresh avocado
A rare treat to need nothing,
A meal by itself.
Not enough crackers,
The hummus was that creamy
my finger, a spoon
New books, bike, practice:
Singlehood's the life for me
Aloneness is so full.
Wide windows, fresh air,
I'm in California
(A girl's heart can dream).
It sounds like aspens.
I remember the mountains.
My heart is listening.
Sundays are Gooddays--
Quiet and wholesome living.
I can hear fin'lly.
It has to be soft
For me to figure out
What I believe in.
When it all falls in place
Everything's so much cleaner.
I don't need much more.
It's a transition
That for once isn't difficult.
A perfect fall day.
by me
photo via {yellowstone}
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