October 5, 2009

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  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.

   

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