Thursday Thirteen

A wild woman's thoughts - 

1. The scent of woodsmoke curling through September’s throat

2. A quilt stitched from fragments of vanished conversations

3. The ache behind a smile when someone says “you’re just like her”

4. A crow’s cry at dawn, half warning, half welcome

5. The way the land remembers me, even when others forget

6. A song that never charted but still haunts the holler

7. The ritual of naming what was lost, aloud, to no one

8. A tin of buttons from dresses no longer worn

9. The silence after a truth is spoken clearly

10. A porch light left on for someone who will never come

11. The word “inheritance” written in ash

12. A shield forged from old blog posts and broken heirlooms

13. A single wildflower blooming where the boundary line used to be

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Thursday Thirteen is played by lots of people; there is a list here if you want to read other Thursday Thirteens and/or play along. I've been playing for a while, and this is my 923rd time to do a list of 13 on a Thursday. Or so sayth the Blogger counter, anyway.