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What the hell happened to you?

By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

Sun beating down

like the dog days

in the month of the Roman King


Brown grass crinkles

like Reynolds brand aluminum foil



Dry, colorless leaves

appear like Post-it notes

strewn about the writer’s office


Once fertile ground

now but dust

blown in the southerly breeze


Clouds scattered in the sky

like tissue paper

on Christmas morning


This is November?

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Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic

Hello dear friend! I'm Aaron - Husband, Father, Writer, Engineer, Poet and Pickleball Junkie.

I write inspirational poems and stories of spiritual growth.

Be a part of my journey of self-discovery and search for truth.


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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 months ago

    This was such a wonderful poem! I loved it!

  • Margaret Brennan4 months ago

    great way to look at autumn. love it.

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