In November the Skies Turn Gray

I went for my walk late today. Along the way, I found a neighbor had planted flowers along the edges of his ditch. Blue daze, lamb’s ear, and varigated lariope. If I were to put my nose to the pink and white dianthus, they would smell like clove.

On the way home, it began to rain. The drops fall softly on my face and hair.

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