Foxglove Moments



Fitting end to a well-lived day:

writing stories in the morning,

raking leaves in the afternoon

occasionally stopping to scribble down ideas

raked up with the leaves

when suddenly I note the light has gone.

In a graying sky one bright cloud

shines like a beacon:

"This day signing off."













[First posted: November 3, 2015]









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