Autumn scented air assaults my senses.
The chill,
creating goosebumps on my skin,
emenates from more than the temperature drop.

The thrill of a thinning veil
is tangible, tantalizing.

Ancient voices
are raised and calling,
reaching toward the light.

And I,
I stand in darkness,
reaching toward them.

10/01/2021

Posted on 10/25/2021
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