Monday, September 12, 2011

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Autumn blows in-
cold,
sharp
and bitter is the remembered taste
of Autumns past-
the sure knowledge of loss and sorrow.

How is it, I come to this season
always empty-handed
and purposeless?

2 comments:

Arizaphale said...

Because you are suffering from SADs. Nice poetry though....

BrightenedBoy said...

This picture is beautiful. How did you do it?

By the way, please don't go away from blogging again. It's sad when you're not there.