Sunday, January 15, 2012

Leaving You at Sundown

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day15

Sunset on Sundown Road, Laytonsville, Maryland. January 15



Leaving; riding beside the split-rail toward the sundown road. In the crisp winter air, the smell of oak wood smoke fades; the warmth of your whisper still wrapped like wool around me.


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3 comments:

  1. wool is always the warmest.

    this is beautiful.

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  2. I am amazed at how well some writers take the simplest observations of the physical word -- very plain and direct in fact -- and weave them with such warmth and emotion. Lovely.

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  3. the now and the just a bit ago, interwoven to make me feel warm. very nice.

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