Small Stone For 22 November, 2017.

I went outside this morning, stepped off the porch and looked up, and the gold and oxblood red of the leaves on the trees next door, their colors richer than Croesus against the cold-crisped blue of sky, leaned down and gently kissed my eyes.  I let the kiss linger.

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One response to “Small Stone For 22 November, 2017.

  1. I hope your Thanksgiving morning’s equally glorious. Happy Thanksgiving to you — and to your mother, too. Give her my best.

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