Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Chime

Winds of change
To rearrange-
Tall rustling bodies of trees
Scattering their debris
For feet to kick,
Slip,
Sift
In the gold
Light drifts-
Bluster gusts
And
Seeds to seek-
Dusk as dream
And
Twilight speech-
Tuck
To
Mend
And
Spin-

Generate a heat within.

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