Sun's breath driven back by icy winds
Coldness claws, warmth rescinds
Mid-October. The sharp edges of the changed season jut out from the thinning remnants of Summer. [Photo (c) MJ Photography, found strawberry-lane.blogspot.com]
Green blood drains, leaves leaves
Choking crimson, gasping shades
Dried veins wither, disintegrate
Crumbling carcass, falls, fades
There's a sorrowful beauty to this phase - the wispy aura of a pale, aged woman with diamond eyes. Yet there is a stronger sense of longing; an oxygen shortage, the smell of steel. The world is wide awake while sleeping; we drift through a transluscent dream.
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