without direction or energy,
Fall or Autumn haas wonterful memories for me, but this year ...
i am blah.
I dread the winter, the holidays, there is a foreboding that i can not describe.
It shrouds my feelings and perceptions this morning and last night.
To escape and yet i am bound.
Thee is no stout resolution that i can pretend to have,
just a quiet resignation.
This sounds mighty down, doesn't it?
It will leave soon....
Just as the leaves with the slightest hint of color, will also.
Now i bring in my special plants, the ones which will not even survive an Autumn night!
|Now inside! soon to lose flowers and leaves!|