May be

As autumn settles in

for the season, the

grey skies and their

scudding antics and the

sprinkling rain that always

accompany those Southern chills,

it’s good to know

that if you could

cook, you’d be eating

something warm and fulfilling

right at this moment;

and it’d be like

spring at your mother’s

where eternal was a

way of life and

autumn just a word.


© 2017 L. Tafa





Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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