Autumnal blues

by Mel   Nov 28, 2005


Love lends itself

perfectly

to autumn.

feet

awash

in dead leaves

that lead

no-where.

Life

hidden

from

warm sunshine.

Cold

sharp

intakes

of breath

as I head

for home

alone.

Since you've gone

Autumn

has begun

too damn early.

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