Wednesday, October 24, 2018

The Sun Escapes

The sun escapes through the wood
Unsettled breeze meanders
Lonely haunts her piercing moan
Escape the holler's shadow
Leaves swollen with winter rain
A canvas of autumn hues
Crisp the hands that cradle me
To her breast she cleaves her truths
Sleepy mist gently weeps
Sweeping low across her bough
Ragged breaths consume her lungs
Barren the fruit of her loins
Heavy is night in slumber
The air thick with her silence
Soft whispers caress my face
Quenching all of my senses

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