Late Fall Brew
–—this poem lives in that liminal space, the practice round, where you rehearse thankfulness the way one rehearses a difficult truth; softly,…
Late Fall Brew
–—this is a day of reflection in the literal sense, dim windows, softened light, and the quiet confrontation of seeing yourself softened…
Late Fall Brew
–—that brittle stretch when the trees finally give up pretending it’s still autumn Today’s cup is a meditation on what remains when…
Late Fall Brew
–—The light’s gone thin, and the air has that faint metallic edge that says “the year’s almost out of words” This one’s…
Late Fall Brew
–—the aftertaste of October still in the air The first frost never shouts, it waits,a silver breath on porch rail grates,a shimmer…
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