swishing on air on the last knot of a Persian carpet as the weaver smiles as somewhere far beyond where the southernmost sea blows wild and free the ice starts to move . . . a huge penguin perhaps . . . the widow of the last man alive come back to find him . . . or maybe a polar bear from far away that hopped a ride on the wrong ice floe . . . impossible to know . . . but plumes of something that rise into the air and a spectral sounding kind of splash . . . life’s a mystery . . . maybe your grandbaby will learn of it in her schoolbook . . . maybe not
my series post for today published to my Substack at the link. The pumpkins in the thumbnail are from Parlee Farms in Tyngsboro, Massachusetts.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/very-eerie-pre-halloween-art-for-1a4
