Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn

Monday, August 31, 2009

October Anticipation

Ripe orange plumpness
breaks the leaf cover
skittering spiders over vast velds
of furry green leaves.
The scent of scratching pencils
fills the breeze
drowning out the manure
from the county fair.
The ground swallows frogs.
Nights roll in faster then a moon tide.
Insects plagues die by phantasmal scores.
Cool air comes off vacation
reinvigorated from the repose.
Clouds pile up
on their road-trip south,
jamming the skyways.

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