A Dream of Its Own

October 1, 2007 § Leave a comment

The wind screams.

The leaves dance

in the cold dreams

in ritual romance.

The sun seldom shines:

The last animal dines.

Behind a cloud

Fall will take off her shroud.

The great chill is coming.

The birds never stop humming…

 

© Sonya Rose

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