The Cool Of Autumn Creeping In The Window...
And coyotes hae been yapping the past few nights. I woke early this morn to the song, long enough to whisper-chime in a "NICE", then drifted back off to sleep asong their lifting yewls...
The cool creepeth in... into my aging bones, into the open windows @ nite...
Into the Winter...
Into the winter we go...
Into the Fall bed I fall...
Sweet Dreams, Kindred.
Cygnus
A changeant-silk brocaded dress, circa 1855
16 hours ago
2 comments:
Beautiful poem...I agree with the aching bones though I haven't gotten there yet. We are till near 100 the last few days. Missing my Autumn right about now! *sigh*
I am finally able to read (and hopefully answer) blogs again. Liked the poem and enjoyed the pics from the 26th. Does, indeed, look like a dragon to me. The kitty seeds appear to be doing well. Funny, I thought the kat stuff that one grows is to amuse the kats, not produce the kats!
Love you.
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