Creaky Bones Bruised Skies

Excerpt from Creaky Bones Bruised Skies

the sun warms the emerald grass
each blade encrusted by fuzzy white frost
melting, tiny drops of dew fall to the frozen ground

the baby blue sky filled with wispy clouds
overhead, I shield my eyes from the sun rays
bundled up in sheep’s wool, protection from the chill

grass crunching under foot
I stop and listen to the wind
rustle the last of autumn’s leaves

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