Autumn Moving into Darkness of the Soul

The countdown begins and I am unable to summon
excitement, moving through stages of ripening,
rotted fruit fears, embrace, forgive, 
where is the line between emptying yourself
and being empty? The answer is light as air.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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