Bare

Standard

The fig tree in the backyard

is done giving fruit

for this season.

replenishing herself,

now she dreams.

i

reach

for my

sweater

in need of a little extra warmth.

no matter the temperature

i wish my feet to remain

bare upon the earth

so that i may stay connected

with changes unfolding.

 

 

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