I imagine a crisp Autumn morning.
Fingertips, toes & forehead swaddled in knitted hues, set off
by the surrounding feuille morte.
Cinnamon sticks sank in cider saunas.
Amber & crimsons in a mirror lake.
Reflections of the calm, open warmth shared between us.
Image credit: D Sharon Pruitt (June 15 2013)
Primitive Joe 
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