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When a grimulous wind rustles leaves past your feet
with the scent of a fire you can’t see,
and the moon, cheddar-bellied, hangs golden and low
making shadows where they shouldn’t be ...

It’s the crossroad of seasons,
not summer, not fall,
but something between-ish and strange,
when nothing is certain, except for one thing:
Everything’s going to change.

Season of Change


by C. L. Clickard


text © 2019 by Carrie Clickard


IS
GRIMULOUS
A WORD?

IT IS NOW—
A POETIC
COMBINATION
OF “GRIM” AND
“FABULOUS.”
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