Leaves and Morning Chill
By JensPen
Leaves and morning chill, Embrace all city streets, Scorning the safety of wooden limbs. Breezes full of night’s last kisses, Swish to sway Through empty broken fields. Gone is summer’s pageantry- Behold autumn! The driest of all beauties, Auburn thick with honey gold, Tarnished scarlet falling, Amid a bitter, hallow sky, Winter’s voice is calling. Steam rises- Folding and twisting as it will, Over a small cup of tea. Milk and sugar melt inside, Warm, but cooling, like the sea. Silently- We speak of all the things That seem to fill our day, Walking slowly sipping, All the precious moments away. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 05:28 AM PST 0 • 10
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