November 11, 2015 by ebbtide I am becoming… Photography, Poetry beautiful, change, fall, gray, life, November, poem, Poetry, russet, seasons, solitude, wild, winter, writing 2 Comments I am becoming the color of fall when it stoops to November, russet when it succumbs to gray in quiet, unnoticed ways until suddenly the briar leans bare against the fence bleak, wild and forgettable © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
I cannot imagine you becoming forgettable. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ok, now that made me laugh 🙂 Thank you!