The rapid procession of seasons;
the dripping beads of morning dew
upon the fall leaves.
The breath of Winter on my back;
the late evening shadows waiting
to taunt me.
Staring at the sunset; amber puffs sailing
across the indigo sky. The memories
hanging like stars, waiting to fall
within the night.
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amber puffs sailing
across the indigo sky has to be my favourite line in this accomplished poem. Well Done.
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