Seasoned Beauty
Shades of fall, sounds of autumn
Jutting rocks witnesses of constant change
Beneath clouds of white amid expanses of
Blue reflected in rippling flows straining
Against earthen banks like traffic cops or
Standing navigators, deciding direction
Yet yielding to persistence as
Dirt joins water
Disrupting vision
Blurring the future
Copyright © Donna Goodale | Year Posted 2007
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