Thankful 55

I love this time of year
when the land
gathers itself
preparing
for its long, cold sleep
 
when the leaves
no longer hide
the structure of
 the trees
 
and the work of
autumn
is complete
 
I love the small
points
of light
and warmth
in the darkness
 
I love
the reminder
of vastness
beyond myself

These are 55 words chosen and arranged for Verse Escape where Hedgewitch carries on the kick-ass tradition of the Friday 55 that was started by Galen, a most kick-ass human.  
 

Growing Pains

There is treasure all around

but you blacken and turn inward.

You are an ink blot

on an illuminated manuscript

a burning nettle

in a field of wildflowers

a sliver

in the pink pad of a finger

Let me help you pack

your blanket and suitcase.

You no longer belong

or want 
to be here. 


55 Words for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape.