It seems that I come alive in Autumn when the wind is deliciously and devilishly cold and teasing. The air smells fresh and clean and the rust brown and gold leaves strewn everywhere a reminder that Winter is imminent. This has been a year of loss and growth and new beginnings. It may be that we stay still for a long, long time now and grow roots and become tame.
I have to revive this space for words can hold us together when everything else falls away and all that stands between this world and the other are the bare trees of snow and ice.
No comments:
Post a Comment