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?