Friday, October 5, 2007

~AUTUMN~



Crimson and gold of yellowing poplars
glow through vaporous fog
on Autumn bloodstained mountains
like a misty recollection of a dream.
Crisp October nights shiver with excitement.
Indian summer afternoons whisper sultry breezes.

Copyright 2007

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Susie Q said...

Such a lovely poem...how I love October! I am still waiting for the crisp nights but we hear they will be here next week.

You blog has been a joy to discover.

Hugs,
Sue

October 5, 2007 at 9:02 PM

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