Friday, November 12, 2010

sometimes my dance with autumn

stanza 4

my dance with autumn
is about laying down
a bed of dry grass
beneath me

I look up

while the drying flower
are that goldeny hue

the sadness pervades

the seed heads
lost to me
in that moment

yet the brilliant blue
the sky
saves me again
brings to me peace
this day


Bo Mackison said...

Those words could be my words. I have photographs that match those words exactly!

winnsangels said...

I'm not surprised Bo. I could sense that. I'd love to see those photos sometime.

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