Autmn Leads

by on March 9th, 2015
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Air smells crisp of rain plops
Forward falling down
Line over line the world lies down
Intersecting beyond the moment

Changes curling with ticking time
Hearts hope for health
Stretching beyond, within, without
Structure through the cacophony of color

Next stop sleep, the tire of winter
Hibernating at the hearth
Chaos whirls within the white
While the spirit nurtures strength


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