by BlueCynder » Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:43 am
uhhhh......i dont really know what to say.....well, i dont think im going to win. she is holding a cookie in her mouth btw. sorry i couldnt fit the wings in. Im always making that mistake.
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.