Join the Circle
There betweenthe scattered starswas you. Down amongthe leafy brushwas you. Near tothe weeping willowswas you. Hiding inthe ancient oakwas you. Nestled inthe warm earthwas you. Floating inthe iridescent sky Is you. Originally posted as a writing prompt here
The ghost of Autumn has come to haunt us once againher wispy, greying hair dancing in the mellow sunlight The rush of fresh, cool air through the open window;the trees are wearing their golden hues again. She whispers into my ear on foggy mornings:‘Come find me where the ice and snow are hiding;come along softly, don’t bring ill tidings’ She...