Dusk rides in on the heels
of dawn, charcoal etches
dampened boughs,
November’s drapes so early
drawn, pull sullen tears
from roaming mist.
Lost the golden coins
of autumn paid in full
to winters chest.
The image rises up out of your "mist" and breathes. - slc
Thank you Stella xx
"coins of autumn"
The image rises up out of your "mist" and breathes. - slc
Thank you Stella xx
Thank you Stella xx