Serafina Autumn by Hank Blackwell

Serafina Autumn by Hank Blackwell

Serafina Autumn

by Hank Blackwell

Clouds loom low this morning,

remnants of yesterday’s long-awaited rain,

nestling in the folds of the mesas

like kittens…

This belated storm calmed

desert nerves,

the cool morning

and wet earth

coaxing shelved hope

back into focus.

Purple asters opened.

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