clouds mothering

coming down the mountain
like a bat out of heaven
over the forest of silent faces
under those clouds which
dive deep in the valleys this time of year
some of the air connecting down
mountain tops keep all of its chill
only plants and animals saw
this shift in seasons long before it happened
hearts that sensed it before the minds
even thought about what was arriving
readiness that comes with a dose of excitement
i have been getting out the coats or socks
now i know what is coming like it or not
got to get the head on straight
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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