Change of Season
The changing of the seasons has upset my internal bodyclock. I am feverish, shaking. There is an earth quake within me. I am finding it difficult to type. This is an annual thing for me in spite of the fact that I love this season - Autumn - with its array of multicoloured leaves crunching beneath my feet. But, as the trees are stripped of their leaves, I am stripped of my certainty. I have had to minimise my social activities - one with D and one with Lisa. And this fear grips me like the beak of some savage bird of prey.
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