Nature Confides
Nature confides
the vane defines the wind.
Solace in sorrow
this eternal heart
ephemeral
we deem,we dream …
A spectral power
thought that walks alone.
such sweet possessions
lands of consciousness...
A pallid land,
beyond the sea
crimson children
playing in the west...
Today has been fair
tonight still very blue
tomorrow cold
asleep,the wind blows..
A simple call
gentle in my ear
a melody sweet
if I could see..
Summer's supple glove
apples fast,
cider almost done
Fall has been here...
Delay the frost
coax the flowers
shadows silent,
sleep dying day...
Nature confides
the vane defines the wind.
A phrasis from emily d letters
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