Sunday, July 24, 2011

Fall

There is a vortex in the sky
it bleeds of red and white
an intense bright sea fading
into darkness from light
The summer air swirls round
seeking shelter for the year
It pours into my soul turning 
the senses a potent clear
The pumpkin taste upon my lips
The sounds of owl yonder high
The crisp chill omnipresent
And the vortex in the sky

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