Sunday, August 30, 2015

Autumn

the Storm has blown Autumn
into the Souls of my Bones;
Cold and Color, Rain and Wind
are rooting into my very Marrow.

Red and Golden
my Heart lies open,
like the Leaves clinging to Limbs --
ready for Change.



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