nature’s little time travelers setting off in october for another year…
To begin at the beginning: It is fall, sundrenched day, on the small farm, windswept and octoberbright, the blueberryfield silent and the hunched, pickers-and-rabbits done foraging invisible now under the glimmeringgold, glimmering, gold, sungold, wingedseedfloating sky.
inspired by Dylan Thomas’s Under Milkwood


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