Photo of a pair of shoes in the grass. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Burn over burn (Photo credit: U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service – Northeast Region)
Slivers of burnt green
now brown, maudlin, droopy, still
no love, death, hope lost.
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Shoes covering feet
where once toes played in the sand
utter confinement.
Brown Hair Bow No Hat.
I’ve worn baseball caps, I’ve worn beanies, old-fashioned hats with pom-pom strings that my mom used to force on my head and tie. More recently, I’ve worn what I call helmet hats which cover your head, ears and make you look like a square jack in the box. Those will NOT do any longer. I generally don’t wear hats at all even in the dead of these nasty, frost-bitten winters; I let my hair fly around me and keep me warm. The most I can manage is a hood, that attaches to my big, bulky, brown down jacket, that I just can’t seem to give away, year after year.
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