i did not mean to say goodbye only… perhaps my boots did having some mystic yearning for autumnal perambulation and perturbation for resolution beyond words it is hard going being abandoned by quality footwear and i always was one for ruthless equinoctial cleaning putting the house in order sending spiders scurrying as the sun slides south and days grow mercifully short in any case this garden was well-grazed summer dalliance turned favorite haunt of fattened groundhogs and even they have waddled on to winter berth all dog days desires quenched but the soft brush of romantic watercolors grows wan as years grow long and youthful dreams lose their luster as september rains patter through the night twas only a matter of time but i did not mean to say goodbye only… i did
I just needed to get this one out of my head. Sometimes poetry does that. Hope you don’t mind…
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
Wednesday Word & Your Comments
The Wednesday Word for 17 August is
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