Secret Ingredients
Anxiety
dry mouthed and sweaty
frozen in front of a crowd
my practiced speech, gone
–
black water
at the precipice
of hesitationD
Copse
a pencil thin wind
eases through balding branches
swirling russet leaves
–
mountain pines
an autumn snowfall
ices the boughs
Transition
a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night
–
green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes
| S | M | T | W | T | F | S |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | ||||||
| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |
| 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |
| 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |
| 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | |