Thursday, October 27, 2011


The air is chilly, the time round noon
Alone I sit inside my room
Breathing the air of fall
Through a cracked-open window.

My homespun thoughts weave in my head
Thoughts of hope (and thoughts of dread)
Things I’d like release from my hand
And blow into the wind.

The falling leaves touch the ground
Hitting the pavement without a sound
And I watch them,
Dreaming of Colorado. 

Today is here, the sky is blue
A time of year when my feelings are new,
Yet the world is dying away
And preparing for winter.  

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