Friday, October 4, 2019




Twine

With my blue eyes
I saw a golden leaf fall.
On my smooth skin
I felt a slip of cold
and my blood ran
in a rushed flow
and my step quickened
and my ancient heart
drummed welcome
as the world rolled
towards the harvest.

Bridget Harwell
Posted by Bridget at 3:57 PM

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