Today the Autumn whistles through me –
Brown, grey and scarlet branched –
It rustles in my soul.
Crows cry and stone crumbles,
Dark descends and depths of energy
flare incandescent
in the shadow of the year.
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Today the Autumn whistles through me –
Brown, grey and scarlet branched –
It rustles in my soul.
Crows cry and stone crumbles,
Dark descends and depths of energy
flare incandescent
in the shadow of the year.
You are a true female bard, Amanda! Blessed be and hugs from Ralphie.
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