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Autumns Call
Softly chimes the songs
of Autumn, staring at the
pillars before me, as I ponder
upon the brittle wind against
my skin.
In the distance there is a
stillness, a haze hovers just
beyond the horizon, crescent
moon, pumpkin orange.
I wait for a call not to be
heard by these human ears,
and imagine wild dances
in a far away place.
Here others might have
stood, where now I sit and
ponder the vast landscape,
I reminisces upon the sounds
of a gentle owls cry.
Grandfather oak trees, older
then I, stand nobly in their
archaic pride, orbic lights
sprouted here and there, even as
they guide my hand, detract
from the night vision.
I try to imagine true darkness
and the crickets intensified,
to wonder upon the clear smells
and hear mystifying dangers.
A peace from within found,
for the established connection
of living outside myself if only
for this brief while, I can breath
again.
10:30 AM - 9/28/2006 -
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