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Home in Fall

The grass glitters gray and silver;

Roofs and mailboxes glisten with frost.

Buck Creek, warmer than the air, sends

wisps of steam into the early morning sunshine.

Birds whistle autumn good-byes to each other.

My lungs warm the chilled air,

sending it back out in a cloud.

Fallen leaves rustle as my feet disturb them.

I smell the woodsmoke from the fireplace

and know the coziness of home.


About Karen Koch

I like the old-fashioned lifestyle. All this new-fangled stuff baffles me sometimes. I cherish living out in the country, raising chickens and rabbits, planting fruit trees, and enjoying a slow life filled with beautiful words and ideas. I don't always achieve a slow life. I teach middle school English and manage a little burgeoning farm with my husband, and somewhere in the midst of that, I try to find time for writing, running, knitting, reading, and playing the ukulele. And sometimes, I actually succeed.

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