This tree loomed in shadows alongside a small stream.
Art and I finished the process of getting the boat fully stowed in the boathouse for the winter. So that’s done.
[daily log: walking, 2km;]
Day: September 30, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2614 “Seventy-third stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon woke from her dreams with a start. Somehow she'd lost herself inside some art: paintings her grandmother'd done long ago, cabins in forests and wide fields of snow.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.