The days crawl by like
tortoises.
My purpose is obscured by
***** nights, and
raven-haired sadness.
Naked branches of
the maple trees dance in
the autumn wind, and
leaves rustle in
the dead grass;
all burnt orange and yellow ocher.
They're like a
little surreal sunrise.
Hope
is eternal.
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 2:39 PM UTC
The days crawl by like
tortoises.
My purpose is obscured by
***** nights, and
raven-haired sadness.
Naked branches of
the maple trees dance in
the autumn wind, and
leaves rustle in
the dead grass;
all burnt orange and yellow ocher.
They're like a
little surreal sunrise.
Hope
is eternal.
I'm pretty sure this is a repost, but I can't tell because I can only scroll so far in my catalog.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry, and have fun adventures on a boat fishing. lol
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHB1Q13LID4&t=14s
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