How unexpected to stroll the hallowed paths of spring, only to discover
fresh drifts of pseudo-autumn leaves, scattered, faintly reminiscent of the wilderless.
Amorphous denial of the estrangement between us;
neither as distant nor immutable as the moon & stars. Nature’s resolve—
less fragile than obscure blurs of time & space; seamlessly intertwined to maintain control. RhymingTherapy—November 2022 (my photo) @writerscreed challenge “fragile”

















