15 October 2024

Sunlight shortens my mood.
Fall colors wet and fertilize the forest floor.
Furniture on the back deck covered with maple keys to open spring.
This morning there was a momentary snowflake.

Overhead Canada Goode honk to clear their road south warning of North Lights.

I turn on the Mavericks, their voices to wake my efforts.
Mornings need my guidance and, perhaps a dance.  
Bed needs made, things need to dry from last night’s dew.

A strange celebratio of today.