sunday whirl: wordle 184
free falling from the blue sky her feet touch earth. barely audible only the birds appear to notice.
wearing her favorite dress with thirteen red poppies and a frivolous decision to wear summer sandals, the journey took a toll, there was a slight unforeseen tear.
her earthbound roots forever etched to her soul at times called out with little rest. strange how the root now ancient and gnarled still spoke with strength pulling her in a direction her literary heart was bound to.
carrying the heavy parcel her journey was soon to end once she delivered the grateful package.
with speedy recovery the words gathered in a whirlwind thanked her in apocalyptic sincerity knowing what was unknown to her.
in the midst of the wind whispering moments pass leaving faded few sprinkled inklings of her mortal epilogue.
Piece of Pie ala Mode 