where are you going, where have you been?
a hot oatmeal kind of day
a solitary maple on a woodside flames in a single scarlet,
recalls nothing so much as the daughter of a noble house
dressed for a fancy ball, with the whole family gathered
around to admire her before she goes.
30 days hath September
a month of change and transition
and it just flew by
the cattails are bursting!
a curl-up-with-a-good-book kind of day
what are you reading?