The Quiet Fall

The mountains face,
all bearded with Autumn trees,
sighs a chilled breath at me,
smelling of fecund earth
and finiteness.
The Sun tugs my shadow
from my soles,
stretching it long behind me,
and we kick at piles of golden leaves
as we make our way
to our destiny,
my Shadow and I.

The Quiet Fall

Davina

Joined February 2008

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