by BlueCynder » Thu Aug 25, 2011 12:23 am
bells97h , please stop doubling posting, it's sorta spam. You can just click edit on your post ^^, thank you.
Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.