The Fields, Fall, Frequent Frolicking Now the fields have been cut and the hills are rolling and inviting and we cannot stay away. We walk everywhere and it feels divine  Trevor comes with us because he is mostly home now after a long summer of fieldwork and we are glad  we run because we can  this is how soft the hills are  skeletal pod party   this skin is a memory, a bittersweet thing  now we can sit in the grasses  and the milkweed has been FREED  it is only the whole world, here you can hold it for a bit  barrel racing meets clothing fling meets wild hollering contest  acorn top as cap  the first frost came last week but flowers remain   it is still green but the leaves are turning as I write this  Is this a dream, do I really get to live the life I always dreamed I would?   yes, the answer is yes. |