Walking Away Season - NaPoWriMo Day #11

Dipping way back into the archives for this one. A little treat that you will find in my upcoming book. Consider it an appetizer. Enjoy!

Walking Away Season

Signs flashed sharp and cold—
it was walking away season.

I cuddled up carelessly
in my old woolly blanket,
itching and scratching
and lying and laughing.

The living, breathing
landscape beckoned
just outside my
curtained panes.

The clean air and open space
looked thrilling but so scary.

Defiant, I threw a match
and the weather report
into the fireplace.

Denial was still
the coziest space
and I thought I knew
better than fate.