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I didn’t know I was grateful
for such late-autumn
bent-up cornfields
yellow in the after-harvest
sun before the
cold plow turns it all over
into never.
From “Home” by Bruce Weigl
I grew up in a place where temperatures and clothes and rhythms changed. There was a time for everything. Swimsuits and gloves. Sunshine and snow. Boots and flip flops. Slowing down and speeding up. That was what I knew. That was home. I am grateful for home. I am grateful for seasons. I am grateful for fall. I am grateful for cool mornings, leaves that change color, and coats. I am grateful for corn, scare crows, and pumpkins. I am grateful for new years, harvest moons, and Thanksgiving. I am grateful for the hopeful, letting go, turning-it-all-overness of this moment.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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