textured thoughts

It’s September and the summer is drifting away. At times, the year seems content to grow old gracefully.

Clematis - old man's beard
Sometimes it seems to put up more of a fight.
seed heads
I guess we just have to take the rough with the smooth.
corn silk
teasels

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Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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