OUT & ABOUT
Progression By Sandy Long The green rain the green breeze the green smoke of expiring trees. Ferns flee to yellow, cinnamon soon to fall; forest floor is dressed in gold acorns pearl our stroll. Faintly sweet the souring air fading blades of bleaching sun driffle and waffle the bloom-drunk monarch on its fleet journey home. Crumpled decline of the seed-heads to soil slow-wagging walk of the fragile eft lifting the onions, papered, from earth inching the garlic to rest in its bed. Into the air a wild earth-fertile odor. Into our cells, bulging nectar of apple. Into deep storage the memory of summer. Into cocoon of the self for winter.
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