Thursday, September 29, 2011

(B)risk (A wednesday poem on thursday)

Autumn falls, cool and crisp change
Leaves turning green to brown, to red
Morning air breaks upon your face
Like water flowing over rocks

The sky swirls around you
Patterns in the air, unseen
Except by the leaves who travel
Dancing through the change

New times, and yet ancient and aging
Each brisk day new, yet timeless
Urging you forward in life, to new days
And new times, and old loves

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