fallen

by underswansea

The edges of the lake are freezing. The ground is frozen and feels different through my boots. My feet are not as sure as when I was young. That will only get worse. I saw ducks, geese and swans in the wetlands past Wilmer. A flicker came and sat on the railing outside the big window. I could hear waxwings but they didn’t come to the Mountain Ash trees in the yard. I split some wood and wondered if it will be enough.

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