feeling the breeze


bone chilling cold returned today;

to let me see reds and yellows

on baring boughs of leafy lanes,

to let me find new-cast antlers

fresh with blood of the recent rut,

to let me smell in the damp wind

as it creeps on purple carpet.

I drink the season;

store summer’s warm memories,

prepare for new life.




About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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