It’s that time again:
after the crunch of autumn leaves
we face the bite of ice and snow
on the bank of the frozen river
at the edge of the year.
We look across at the future
where we go from here.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Crunch Also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform.
De is our bartender for this Monday’s Quadrille and the word is ‘crunch’.