Changeling

Editor back-issues, poetry

Variegated strands of weather weavetheir magic tapestry on my mind.I revel in their changing voices,interpretative attire, and cacophony. I look forward day to day, no, evenevery moment, to their malleability.I love sun, blue sky and light breeze,but no less mad tempestuousness. The splendance of the greyest dawnsmiles, blows scudding across my day.It is dramatic change I seek, almostas the leech smells out…

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