Early autumn
Evening
Light,
A sharpened
Edge.
A coming chill,
Morning fogs, stealthy
Approach.
My Equinox moods.
Does my body save for winter like
Millennia ago?
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Salt on apples, afternoon sweets.
Cravings, savory,
Wants, sugared.
Shifting dreams, moving restless.
A focus in spurts – spirits lightened, royal icing
Piped. Cinnamon, cardamom,
Fingers,
Licked.
In deep ancient, paintings on cave walls,
The hunt with a spear.
I hunt only with pen, for words on paper,
Not
Dinner over a fire.
Soon, darkness hunts The Light.
The moon still rules me.
My seasonal rhythms, my rest.
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Millennia from now, my handprint,
I was here.
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Rebellious Hazelnuts 