Serenity
There’s serene view before me
A wax paper sky
Sun hiding behind the clouds
With corn that had died
Harvest time’s coming
The air crisp, a cold feeling
Brown color waning
Russell Sivey
Form Seguidilla
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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