Fall back into the brighter mornings
The air is cold but the trail is clear
Four miles before eight am
A buck, a doe, a dog walker, me
Fall back into the darker afternoons
Time is muddy when the sun sets during office hours
Yawning at dinner, red wine at dinner
Winter beckoning me to sleep
Fall back into patterns like a well worn sweater
Make me strong or make me shake
Look before you fall, my dear
It’s the wolf you feed, my dear
With Love,
Natalie