A scarf kind of day,
A sweater kind of day,
A fire in the fireplace kind of day,
a bohemian autumnal kind of day.
leaves crunching under foot,
gold and russet…
In a field of fading wildflowers huddled together with drooping heads and swaying bodies
stood the last few sunflowers of the season shivering in the chill of waning day.
home in a mason jar
given a second life,
a new home…
placed on the table by the window
shadows stretching across the crochet cloth
coffee cup and saucer
Taking in the last of the November day
Peace leans in for a big hug.
Hope you liked my hippie free verse poetry today 😀 I hope you’ll stop back by again tomorrow! Much peace love art!