This, the last day of the possible,
stumbles into itself:
sounds upon peripheries,
scents lingering upon the breeze,
transient, shapes form
until disbelief and uncertainty
in the amber
of an autumnal sun.
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Autumn cast, new wealth
adrift on October winds ~
a rainfall of leaves.
Driven by the guiding moon
Spring and Neap tides
furrow their season Continue reading “red”