The Setting Sun
In the swiftly gathering dusk
the hollows of the forest
glow with the warm tones
of fallen foliage, crisp and
dessicated awaiting the
snowfall of winter. In those
hollows run rivulets of recent
snowmelt, the atmosphere
vacillating, uncertain whether
to accede to fall or winter.
The arras is of fall yet the
chill ill wind is that of winter,
numbing the blood of the
woodland creatures. An evening
fire emerges in the sky, slumped
from daylight blue to the
darkling shades of imminent
night; the setting sun
fire-lighting the heavens.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
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