abbreviated autumn

i was outside earlier, and i could smell winter.

not autumn.

full blown, icy, frosty, foreboding winter.

just that fast.

a week or so ago, i could barely stand to wear long sleeves,
now i'm chilled to the bone.

i can almost see snow on the horizon.

the strange thing is that i'm almost looking forward to the cold
and the dark
and the disappearance of the sun.

it seems i'm determined to glimpse what crone-hood is like.

it justifies my search for

i've been nesting with no promise of a baby--
at least no physical one.

hopefully this means true rebirth in spring...

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