winns angels: sometimes my dance with autumn

Friday, November 12, 2010

sometimes my dance with autumn

stanza 4

sometimes

my dance with autumn

is about laying down

a bed of dry grass

beneath me

I look up

while the drying flower

weeds

are that goldeny hue

the sadness pervades

the seed heads

meaning

lost to me

in that moment

yet the brilliant blue

the sky

saves me again

brings to me peace

this day

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SAD

2 comments:

Bo Mackison said...: Those words could be my words. I have photographs that match those words exactly!; November 12, 2010 at 2:34 PM
winnsangels said...: I'm not surprised Bo. I could sense that. I'd love to see those photos sometime.; November 13, 2010 at 9:20 AM

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