An Autumn Day
Yesterday, I was the mist of the waterfall. Tomorrow I will be a raindrop. Racing toward my destiny. But today. I am the cloud. Floating amidst the mountain peaks. The hangman’s noose is empty.
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Yesterday, I was the mist of the waterfall. Tomorrow I will be a raindrop. Racing toward my destiny. But today. I am the cloud. Floating amidst the mountain peaks. The hangman’s noose is empty.
Little grey bricks, Smooth circular walls. Small slate roof, Dripping water calls. A rope and a bucket, Wild ivy growing around, Long green grass... This enchanted place, found.
Spilling down the windowsill, Glistening diamonds, falling out of the sky. Silver droplets, pouring out of the goblets of the gods, Shining arrows, Tearing trough the sky.
Sunshine in the morning, A smile upon your face, Love as day is dawning, Your dress, lined in lace.
Ice cool, full. Medusa moon. Statuing the night. frosting elm branch. arch and crack. against the polar stars. Silver river of. Nova light. Stalagmite trees. glaze the crystal. grassland glades.
Your hands above my weight. Tease the bees hived in my hair. Your smile at the side of my cheek. As you stroke my perfect petals. Press above me. Glowing growing readiness. On to me.
Play with the dragonflies, Before forever dies, The world is too late to save. Why can't we live in peace, When all too soon we'll cease. To enjoy the life we crave.
Great, green leathery wings, Beat, sweep, sing, Deep, throaty, hunting roar, He's opening his maw, Smoke and lava descend, Flames caress the world, Beetles swarm, scurry, Fat, black, ...
Twisted honey suckle so fertile it sows, bows down gracefully as she spins on the root of her toes. Proudly entwined to her leaves that flower that gives her beauty, which enhances her power.
To go with my Winter poem, I have a Summer one, anybody wishing it could just be Summer now?.
From golden showers of the ancient skies, On the first day, and the eternal snow of stars, You once unfastened giant calyxes For the young earth still innocent of scars: Young gladioli with the...
I looked outside. Seeing the grass with sprinkles of fresh dew on them. I see little lilac flowers in the meadow with ruby red roses.