“I shall wrap myself
in Autumn blue,
stitched all through
with gold,”
— her affirmation glittered,
scattered light
as she spoke —
“& inhale
the pale pink fragrance
of the season’s
final, faded
rose…”
— C.Birde, 11/21
Affirmation — An Image
Nightjars & Damselflies
The writing and photography of Carrie Birde
Nightjars & Damselflies 
Again with the blue sky. 😛 All the leaves turned golden? Just the mention of pink roses reminds me of my misfortune with growing some. So, I cannot associate roses with the start or end of autumn. [Nor can I smell them.]
But, I like the image of wrapping yourself in an autumn blanket. I see it covered in a rainbow of leaves and rustling ever so gently as you tug it over your shoulders and waltz along some forest trail. Half-rotten acorns and small branches crunch beneath the heels of knee-high boots. And, a rare squirrel chatters overhead, curious to see who dares to pass so close to her home.
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