November 28, 2012 by chrisbkm
Burlap brown fields to evergreen.
Heavy frost under a pale blue sky.
She stands there in a long pink housecoat.
Hugs herself tight. Takes one more drag,
flicks the butt at a squirrel and goes back inside.
Posted in Life, Poetry, Sketches | Tagged autumn, isolation, nature, november, rural life, writing | 1 Comment
Heh, heh…nature lover flicked a butt at a squirrel. Love it.
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Heh, heh…nature lover flicked a butt at a squirrel. Love it.