a certain light

                        there’s a different feel to November now that the days are shorter and the leaves are on the ground        


          the month of letting go                  


    The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible   It was going to be a harsh winter              

snake in the grass

          was it too late to reinvent to shed her skin and start again?                

spring cleaning

        she lays it on her bed runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers fresh new sparkling green and gold in the warm sun   while driving to the Salvation Army she imagines autumn will be a better fit