where the writers are
Autumn

Fall has arrived.

Leaves are turning in shades of orange.

A door gently opens.

 

Sit and wait. 

No longer now.

Something has got her going sound.

 

The dice is rolling once again. 

Thy heart beats.

In silence she smiles.

 

It’s time to get dressed.

Still tripping and falling, no need for a four-leaf clover.

She’s finally got it together!