~Fall unto Me~
On this autumn harvest night
wherein a moon burns orangey bright,
While embers light the darkened skies
and falling leaves wave last goodbyes,
Here now I curl and await
as autumn's chill soon over-takes.
Whispers the tale of fallen friends
of fields once green ambered again,
Lay hypnotized in earth-tone light
fall unto me with grace and might,
This cooling field fades yesterday
as summer's breeze has blown away.
2005 by sinnaminsun (revised 10-22-08)
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