Obstacles

Fall winds tangle in her hair
she heads out
leaving the unwelcoming town
to its parched
scowls of dust
crossing the fussy creek
stumbling on the rocky path
dodging the rusty barbed wire fence
side-stepping fallen tree limbs
ignoring the
the woody shrubs
taunting her
with their barbs
when a runaway dog
decides
to join her
she knows things
are looking up

©️Mother Wintermoon