transitoriness with a promise of recurrence -seasons promise coveted comfort I let fleeting thoughts become algorithms for future on familiar grounds change disturbs catches me unprepared with suitable clothing or temperature controls A new thought strikes I don’t have decoding software Catastrophe… Reject it… https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/04/dverse-monday-quadrille-149-tis-the-season/
On familiar grounds
