chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air
some days I do not just feel sorrow some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky that threatens spitting snow I am
some days I do not just feel sorrow some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky that threatens spitting snow I am
I am but a wanderer passing through slivers of place of time unconsciously dropping pieces of my heart like late summer berries like seed pods
chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air
Some days I do not just feel sorrow Some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky That threatens spitting snow I am
chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air
Wanderer passing through slivers of place and time unconsciously dropping pieces of my heart like bright red Japanese maple leaves like seed pods the memory
Some days I do not just feel sorrow Some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky That threatens spitting snow I am