Early Morning Run
written by: Elizabeth Ricketson
@LRicketson
Air crisp and
cool.
Tap, tap, tap
down the
street.
The sky a brilliant
blue.
The leaves burn
and warm.
The mountains boast
golden hues, dotted with alizarin. Burnt
orange too.
The earth holds on to the last vestiges of
summer.
Waning flowers bow to the new season ushering
in.
Bright green grasses soon to
quiet.
I breathe in the soulful
moment.
Reassured by
nature.
I found my way home.
Elizabeth Ricketson
A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. In the 1990s, she studied figure drawing at the Rhode Island School of Design spending years dedicated to understanding human form, movement and anatomy. Blog titled “It’s Complicated.” Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.
Latest posts by Elizabeth Ricketson (see all)
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