On the Edge

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On

the edge–

fall to winter

burnished gold now

fading, almost gone.

Cold north winds sigh and moan,

blowing time forward. Squirrels dart,

scamper over oak’s bare branches

gathering acorns for tomorrow

and tomorrow—till spring bursts into bloom.

 

This is an etheree for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.

29 thoughts on “On the Edge

  1. We’re experiencing a bit of the edge here. This morning at about 7:30 am, the temperature was 70 degrees. Now, a few hours later, it’s dropped to 63 and will continue to drop. Instead of squirrels darting, our boy kitty Junior is racing up and down the hallway, howling his displeasure 😉

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