Tuesday, August 23, 2016

poem of the day August 23


Very crisp dawn
Quiet cold air 
from somewhere else
I see summer
huddled  beneath
the trees trying to stay
warm in a sun
that is retreating
everyday
The angle of life
changes the smell 
of the leaves
living somewhere
between the shades
of Earth and 
the light of a laughing Star

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