My mind soars
over a landscape outside
and within,
my body a topographical map
of freckles and stretch marks
stretching toward purpose
that can only be found
nestled in the quiet of sleeping autumn leaves
of stubborn fungi
grasping to the remnants
of warm summer days
bracing for the cold
that will pluck them
from the earth
in the coming days
and in the coming months
that seem to span lifetimes
of life reborn
and life laid to rest
until the ground thaws
beneath.
I love your use of imagery and metaphor! Great poem
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