As the bite of early frost
makes the fall of foliage
birdsong starts later
plants retreat into ground
Those early mornings
when foxes are barking
carpets of gold and reds
have matronly with cool mists
You will see me there
ankle deep in it's beauty
brushing winters cheek
loving her forever more
The moon is full
and at midnight
she calls me
to the woodland
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
As the bite of early frost
makes the fall of foliage
birdsong starts later
plants retreat into ground
Those early mornings
when foxes are barking
carpets of gold and reds
have matronly with cool mists
You will see me there
ankle deep in it's beauty
brushing winters cheek
loving her forever more
The moon is full
and at midnight
she calls me
to the woodland
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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