A Seasoned Walk – October 18, 2019

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

Terra-cotta fall.

Soft and somber,

Muted

Until the crunch.

Moving slower

Drifting hand in hand

No where to go,

Or to be.

Past turning around.

Stirring my imagination,

Caught,

Tangled in a stare.

For a split second,

The reflection is clean.

Can’t erase the beauty

I’ve just seen.

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life

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