Fall 2017

Bringing it back as I see it again…

The Write Words Journals by Connie McMillan


If  ever there was a time I need to write, it is now.  My world around me makes me feel upside down and in chaos.  Where will we lead us? And those divided will cause desolations.  Our earth is groaning from us and know this – when the end is here there will be desolations in “divers” places – our created desolations.  Already in many places.

As Fall is approaching, I must change my venue. I’m suddenly left in the bareness of bars from my porch railings. The birds I’ve been listening to are now few to hear. The thick trees of my vision are now bare to the sky.  The vivid color of petals in every direction are now faded or fallen to the ground. I know ahead soon will be the gray and the dull and the weary to look at. I must change my venue. For winter is soon…

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