when the slush
begins to float
autumn’s door is closing
Heavy Rain Finds Her Wings
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
when the slush
begins to float
autumn’s door is closing
love the title as well
thanks Laura
That is amazing.
😊
Uh-oh!
So true. We haven’t seen any floating slush yet, but it’s only a matter of time.