In between...

the seasons & other simple things.

Somewhere between summer and fall, the field is almost ready to scythe for the third time this year.

Today I got lost in the in between. Looking for poems online with a similar title, only to find them about grief and sorrow, which was not my original intent and then I thought about writing a poem myself…

but I was too busy, stuck in between jobs, laundry, dishes, and labeling 60 jars. All on my “day off”, of course.

In between trying to make it all work out and sitting long enough to cast a dream, a dog came to rescue me, or rather, distract me from finding out who I would like to be.