This tree caught some rays despite the sun’s low angle in the sky.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: November 15, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1568 “Twenty-eighth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon knew in the tomb of her heart: All was a dream and she'd wake with a start Trapped deep inside some philosopher's cave. Meanwhile, she wept at her grandmother's grave.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.