Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Lookback to a Foggy Lane

These are my late summer early mornings


The mist in the valley like a basket of candyfloss

 Unvarying and ever changing


The sound of acorns and apples dropping from the trees


 The distant foothills of the Allegheny Mountains


 And the sun finally coming out.

There are worse places in the world.

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