Laughter In Autumn
Winter awaits the peak of time,
as summer just ended revoultion.
Morning dew frosts the individual pricks of grass,
emphasising the slight decline in climate of the night before.
The sun too reflects change,
holding above the horizon less and less,
narrowing todays light from the day before.
Warm expulsion of built up air shadows it's existance,
Devouring itself into a hidden state.
The sun's almost silent for this day,
tomarrow it will pass with less delay.
Copyright © Justin Wavruk | Year Posted 2005
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