Is on Her way.
Over hot runs
She lifts off the back of a River
and kisses at salt-water-skin
She pours down Summer showers
Tapped on the shoulder by the breeze of Fall
like orange Leaves
lifting
and settling back down to their Earth
their Dirt
their ground
She slips through October doors
announcing Her soft presence with Wind
and reaffirming Her position through Thunder.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
Is on Her way.
Over hot runs
She lifts off the back of a River
and kisses at salt-water-skin
She pours down Summer showers
Tapped on the shoulder by the breeze of Fall
like orange Leaves
lifting
and settling back down to their Earth
their Dirt
their ground
She slips through October doors
announcing Her soft presence with Wind
and reaffirming Her position through Thunder.
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