The weight of gold.
Its measure in gallons: 5 brewing scientific, 4 frozen, 1 hardening simple, 1 drunk up, 1/2 given, 1/2 still waiting, a sweet reminder of a day unmatched in purpose, companionship, ease.
A message between leaves: Remember? You used to stare, imagining, remembering, greeting --- your mother, and that place she left off to.
Hints, heralds, and harbingers; reflections, ripples, and reminders: We are coming to your aid.
Folklife is a week away, Halloween half a moon.
And then Thanksgiving,
the Holy Nights,
Such a procession of power, glory, and light.
Today, I found this piece, and it reminded me of what I said to my doctor earlier this week: I want my body to be my ally, not my enemy.
Let that be my path.
And let it be golden.