Thursday, December 11, 2008

Blue Autumn

In twilight the sun spreads
Moist hands over the trees
Falling in spirals as the breath of
Night spins orange silhouettes
From leaves
Colors dripping dryly as night begins
Then blowing, cracked and brown as
Autumn injects blue venom
Into the veins of all life.

Gena S. Schwam 1998

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