on the cusp

seasons change

By morgan leigh callisonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Herr Bohn on Unsplash

i watched the decay

of yesterday’s seasons as

cold set in my bones

nature poetry

About the Creator

morgan leigh callison

off grid creatrix & moon witch.

i live to create compilations of words & pieces of visionary art. an avid driftwood collector & moon gazer, i am always either looking up, down or towards a bright horizon.

www.morganleighcallison.com

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