Speckled in the sky
Stars twirling with milky wings
A picture of night
Whispers from the wind
A ribbon of pink petals
Carried into dance
A sun dipped in gold
Melting on purple mountains
Citrus-painted sky
Scarlet capes of leaves
Bronze dancers in the crisp breeze
A fall melody
Winding river flows
With no place to call its own
Lost in the sogen
The trees sway, silent
Light green leaves hug the dark ground
While others lie dead
The sun and the moon
Two differing celestials
With equal beauty
One bloodthirsty sun
Leaking its veins into blue
Soaking the sky red
You and I embrace
As the logs consumed by flames
Crack apart and die
She keeps to herself
As the lotus closes in
Bursts of fine color
Leaves on autumn ground
A crimson cape is lifted
Riding on the breeze
Walking through the field
The softest quiet I've heard
Of this winter snow
At last...came the thought
No disturbance will shatter
This stillness of night
A cry in the night
Trying not to make a sound
As evening owl speaks
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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