by BlueCynder » Sun Sep 05, 2010 12:18 am
Crud, i accidentally pressed the post button....er sorry...yeah, not finished yet.... FINISHING LATER.
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.