Leave Breadcrumbs
Never trust an early spring,
a lover who works late,
or directions that end in “you can’t miss it”.
Because you can.
You can miss it so fast that one day you look up
and it’s so gone that you almost
forget you ever had it.
You can miss it so easily that one day you turn around
and it’s so not there that you nearly
doubt it ever was.
You can miss it so deeply that one day you wake up
and it’s so far away that you might
think it was just a dream
Bring a sweater.
Change the locks.
Write your own directions.
Leave breadcrumbs.
#86
Linda Studley 
Wow, big LIKE on this one! Apparently white wine and a late night are no impediments to your Muse. Nicely, nicely done!
Thank you ma’m. And thanks for having us over for supper – T’was a most excellent evening! I drink extremely rarely now but do occasionally enjoy sharing a glass or two of wine with the squirrels (in my brain) 🙂