fall has arrived in style, dropping walnuts and iron-stained leaves, flinging branches in the wringing winds that sweep through my little woods. as much as i love it, it breeds in me a deep melancholy. it is a dying and a sleeping that saddens me, making me miss those whom i have lost and those who are far away. i dreamed last night of spring, of laying in the sun on pale green grass with my sisters and daughter and friends. pale paper butterflies fluttered in the breeze and landed on my face. i blew them away with laughter. i woke to find my trees more bare, and my smile a little sadder. but i will recover. a few hours spent in company of trees, nodding into their annual nap, will wake in me the ganas to laugh through winter.
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heather
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About Me
- Heather Tinnaro
- Asheville, North Carolina, United States
- It will be a few years until I can step back on board with an eye to staying a while. At the moment, I still live in the mountains of North Carolina, in a small house with a piano in the parlor and a teenager in the good bedroom. But it is time to start dreaming. The nest is preparing to empty, and when it does, I should be ready to fly. Or float.
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