white string lights,
heavy beer with mulled spices,
big furs--an apparition in the South,
crisp air with leaves below that are
only just turning into fire-like reminders
of how monotonously hot Florida was,
a week ago.
crusty bread that won’t swallow,
cheap red wine, dark in color,
heavy in body and becoming drunk
on purity, finding balance with both
together.
words on a page find their way in a hymn,
struggles rest in small vices and faith.
luminaries illuminate.
there is
connectivity.
fire.
rosemary and cloves
invigorate and preserve--
it’s all religious and transformative.
i’m beginning to think i know who i am by the seasons.
About the Creator
Kayla
🙞 Southeastern US-based writer/poetess 🙜
How, Too
Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
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