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Soon the northern sun has a corona nations bound to its regal attitude tide high sea son's tossed a half crown head turning golden summer seas on ends to land shiny tails down south as if every sea's on wings away to seek or sink an immortal sun I stand on the divide feeling the hesitation two day's the moon's seas wax fuller bridges spangling love waves from a salt shaker on a pearl within your aphrodisiac world is my oyster hinge wriggled open to be held at bays sliding into the mouth of nature's hunger for where a tan fades into season spicy summer's parting harvest of farewells surface mining to be done by stripping vegetation down to bare branched amber ore deposit shafts of light marking the sun dial's changed number with your toppled hourglass figure a vase pressed with dahlia and salvia flower upset without the friction of pepper heat milled into smooth skinny latte malt drunk on moisture laden skies layered over swaying thought bubble dreams of cloudy evenings freckled rain and streaming grain fleeing the field seemingly overnight as fleeting as goals scored between our legs running off home hands full with harvest in cartwheeling arcs stored with the last gasp solar flared nostrils wild as meadow ripened yearlings in the joy of escape we join their bare backed flight circuiting dizzy shamanic heights only to fall back to earth like Pegasus shaking off Bellerophon striking a mount Helicon with hooves whose marks cause springs to channel fountains of inspiration after defeating a Chimera with great spirited whinnying breathing out tipi fire vents gone sweat lodge native skins lashed outside keep the glow snug inside rustling about the bite incoming winds of change fright the landscape flocking to shower in fresh cooler air lifting us like birds to shadow the moves to renewed lighter climes leaving soaked sticks dripping acorn colour scattering an autumnal quilt around tired bed fellows an interlocked cycle pattern for coming riders on the storm to be in memory trunks splashed with mist pooled effort released to dry and recover side-by-side once the wardrobe fills wooly headed for warming coats of evening russet we settle tone down on a chill out wish list ridden dotty by a love chauffeur cycle ticked off sun set to be sent to bed early just when ours clock on two four season happy hour
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Where Summers Fall Into
Soon the northern sun has a corona nations bound to its regal attitude tide high sea son's tossed a half crown head turning golden summer seas on ends to land shiny tails down south as if every sea's on wings away to seek or sink an immortal sun I stand on the divide feeling the hesitation two day's the moon's seas wax fuller bridges spangling love waves from a salt shaker on a pearl within your aphrodisiac world is my oyster hinge wriggled open to be held at bays sliding into the mouth of nature's hunger for where a tan fades into season spicy summer's parting harvest of farewells surface mining to be done by stripping vegetation down to bare branched amber ore deposit shafts of light marking the sun dial's changed number with your toppled hourglass figure a vase pressed with dahlia and salvia flower upset without the friction of pepper heat milled into smooth skinny latte malt drunk on moisture laden skies layered over swaying thought bubble dreams of cloudy evenings freckled rain and streaming grain fleeing the field seemingly overnight as fleeting as goals scored between our legs running off home hands full with harvest in cartwheeling arcs stored with the last gasp solar flared nostrils wild as meadow ripened yearlings in the joy of escape we join their bare backed flight circuiting dizzy shamanic heights only to fall back to earth like Pegasus shaking off Bellerophon striking a mount Helicon with hooves whose marks cause springs to channel fountains of inspiration after defeating a Chimera with great spirited whinnying breathing out tipi fire vents gone sweat lodge native skins lashed outside keep the glow snug inside rustling about the bite incoming winds of change fright the landscape flocking to shower in fresh cooler air lifting us like birds to shadow the moves to renewed lighter climes leaving soaked sticks dripping acorn colour scattering an autumnal quilt around tired bed fellows an interlocked cycle pattern for coming riders on the storm to be in memory trunks splashed with mist pooled effort released to dry and recover side-by-side once the wardrobe fills wooly headed for warming coats of evening russet we settle tone down on a chill out wish list ridden dotty by a love chauffeur cycle ticked off sun set to be sent to bed early just when ours clock on two four season happy hour
by Anthony Williams
#summer#autumn#starts#ends
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
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