Fall into Winter (Canberra – Australia)

Written for Sonnet Sunday - Prompt by Experiments in Fiction I don’t fall into winter, not like the dead leaves, but charge in, daubed cheeks and white breath; eager mornings tugging aside curtains’ sheaves to see the silvering frost-blanket the night has left. I don’t fall into winter, wishing for some brakes holding arms in … Continue reading Fall into Winter (Canberra – Australia)