And So It Begins

and so it begins… I lay here dormant playing possum peeking warily and wearily beneath the rotted leaves of Autumn’s glory testing the air with a daring shoot telescopically assessing the tenor of the wind. Oh, how I long for her time’s temptress warm breath tantalizing my need beckoning me come forth my darling all is well. ©2/7/2019 And So It Begins Poetry Contest Line Gauthier - sponsor