Love Letter to October by Cat Friesen The lucidity, the clarity of late October; cold of the approaching winter rushes amid silhouetted skeleton trees, whispers pleasepleaseplease. But we’re not there yet. Here, leaves wither, twist and snap from branches, pivot like broken ballerinas caught in gales the strength of giants, gales the strength of where were you last night? Do you recall when you said necessity breeds ingenuity? Do you recall the way your hands twined around my neck like hedera helix? There’s a light on in your window; I can see the fire pop with the voracity of a wolf howling at the moon.
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