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.
Author: David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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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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