There should be a term
For that triangle of skirt
Revealed between coat openings
When you’re seated.
There should be a name
For the bird that lags behind
The rest of the flock
On cloud-filled fall days.
There should be a word
For the feeling in my stomach
As I wait on your front porch
For the door to open.
There should be something
That properly describes
The weight of your hand in mine.
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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
-Andrew Wyeth (Source: lovelyydarkanddeep)
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