Leaves burning remind me of Fall
The kids playing on the swing set while I rake
Matching green sweaters with hoods, pumping, out and back
Sarah with her little bones, happy; Adam in boondockers, whirling
We're feeling the chill, our hands and cheeks as the sun sets
Damp earth, smokey air
Dinner at McDonald's, baths, soft pajamas, little feet, wet hair
Fragrant life
There's nothing wrong with my memories, nothing at all
Sometimes it feels calm, the movement of life, the blessing of the surrender to time.
Nina Naomi
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