GertietheGremlin

Like a gear slowly rusting

With feet like cement

We are zombies of snow and sleet

Brain fog taking control

Autumn, she is melancholy. The wind in the trees is louder, the leaves gone and withered, leaving less privacy for the forest.

Lush and light

and born in summer

blue and bright

thine eyes of slumber

in clover to be

of citrus and green

with luck of four

5 Resolutions for 2025:

There’s a wolf on my porch.

It’s been there all my life

Holding the foundation of my home.

There’s a wolf on my porch

And he never gets old

When best friends of old

become polite passersby

still give them a smile and let your heart be full

for theirs are broken too

and need to be reminded to mend.