365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Three

no longer summer.
no longer winter.
a space in between.
relearning all the skills.
once maintained.
the squirrels scramble.
for their last foragings.
trees letting final fruits fall.
a time of death.
reborn with Thanksgiving.
after the monsters come out to play.
the lead up is different this year.
spirit empty.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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