November arrives
carried in on wind, driven by rain.
At the edge of the field I feel the lingering gusts
and the gravel crunch under my heels.
In the aperture of dawn
the lens is a mind wide-open to the movement of time
caught as blur --
a moon shine smudge of light.
The earth's shine
a gray glow
illuminating its own shadow.
carried in on wind, driven by rain.
At the edge of the field I feel the lingering gusts
and the gravel crunch under my heels.
In the aperture of dawn
the lens is a mind wide-open to the movement of time
caught as blur --
a moon shine smudge of light.
The earth's shine
a gray glow
illuminating its own shadow.
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