this time of year
The soft light, shadows longer and deeper in the chill of winter days
the late afternoons burn a burnished gold touched with russett reminder of autumn now past
the glow fills me with calm, i could bask in it forever, if there was such a thing
Though i do find myself tangling a little with the past, nostalgia can be a real bitch
But at least now it seems the memories have less bite, more the persistant pressure of gums without their dentures.
heh
the late afternoons burn a burnished gold touched with russett reminder of autumn now past
the glow fills me with calm, i could bask in it forever, if there was such a thing
Though i do find myself tangling a little with the past, nostalgia can be a real bitch
But at least now it seems the memories have less bite, more the persistant pressure of gums without their dentures.
heh