Frost-patterns on windows -Crystalline art of master painters fromA less finite, less ordered world.Burning hempsmell of smoldering leaves,Rotting apples, salt-tang,Carried on October's first North Wind.Tight-tucked blankets coccooning me inFlannel cave/bed;Bear-like, I drift into aLong and quiet hibernation.
Reason for writing:
I've been living on Kauai for years, and my return to a placethat has a real autumn was a revelation.
Birth sign: Not entered
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