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Post by AquarianM on Sept 25, 2003 9:17:41 GMT -5
Clouds of Season:
The sky is a patchwork quilt, Clouds of grey, white, amber, Bits of broken evening blue, The sun will soon fall, The geese and blackbirds, Honking chirping secrets, All the gypsy spirits in the sky, Flowers lie before the pumpkins, Tomato jesters still charging, Soybean and cornstalk soldiers slowly turn to gold, Seagulls engineer reality, Passing a small pond, Heron and hawk royalty, Just give a quiet noble eye, Soon the last cigar is ash and smoke, Carried off in a cooling breeze, Life is drawing inward, Pulled, whirlpooled, By voracious falling leaves.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 09/24/2003
Author's Comments: I feel fall in my bones.
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Post by Elle Rush on Sept 25, 2003 9:29:11 GMT -5
It's an inspiring season, isn't it? I love the changes in the air... I can feel 'em, too. Lovely prose, Dan.
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Post by AquarianM on Sept 25, 2003 9:36:16 GMT -5
Thank you, 'Elle. Sure is pretty out there. It kind of stirs you that another year is drifting past.
Dan
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