Park car.
Gather yourself.
Rally spirit.
Breathe.
—
Today, we sit in the garden.
We watch magpies;
feel sun on skin.
The leaves are turning
and I say,
‘It’s Autumn now.’
I can see the surprise.
Time’s passing,
her eyes reply.
I make a cuppa.
She complains.
Too strong
I try again.
Too weak
The third attempt.
Just right
I call her ‘Goldilocks,’
eliciting a cheeky smile.
When it’s time to say goodbye,
I notice the moon…
Sometimes, full
Sometimes, waning
…and follow it home.
I’ll keep making this journey.
Until it is gone.
By Sarah ©2024
Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #361 – pilgrimage (93 words)
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