Words with Wings

Words with Wings — page 3
Summer Shift We packed our bags in June Ibraced for a summer of impossible good byes and the dread of living without friends ever again To chase away the fear I flipped through a dictionary plucked out the word hush and thought about the whisper of wind rustling through leaves come next autumn and the silence of their falling Then I jumped into a soft deep pile of them grabbed an armful of red gold and burnt orange beauties tossed them into the air and I was all right again for a while and I went back to packing for the