Seasons

It was the last day of autumn and the first day of winter coming together like an old dream that faded away.  Frozen in time was all my hope until my fears of the warm rain of spring’s freedom blossomed my new life as the warm new sunlight cleared my Indian summer eyes.

Karin Duracher

 

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