#seasonschanging
Your sugar dust dances,
Falling in wisps and whirls onto the carcass of summer;
And that silent breath, like the ghost of a kiss,
Shadows under ill-lit street lamps.
Where toes dig deep into woolen blanket
And the body's fire is the only reprieve from your reaching icicles
I shall slip a smile to these rose petal lips and welcome your cold embrace
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 5:59 PM UTC
So fresh and free
Joy is spread
Calm is instilled
Heat withdraws
With drops of life
All is cleansed
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
I bask in the
Last of summer suns
Strolling down the street.
I imagine how
The green leaves will brown
As the changing winds will soon
Carry them away.
I breath in
The moist cooling air.
And smile at the
Scent of God.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC