farmhouse by the side of the road
dogs loved and lost
sumac fading to rose
where have you been?
what have you been told?
a warm rain dribbles on my mountain pained skin
alerting me…simplicity must come around again
there has been no shame to the backroads, traveled from within
…
lost in the wandering towards autumn’s color
reminds me of the hot touch of sun on cotton
have I traveled so far that there maybe a rejection of nature’s law
or, is there possibility that I can wait until spring’s thaw?
