Not Impressed
it's almost october
misty mornings
foggy nights
crazy hair
i don't care
time of year
i yearn
for the echo
of drums
as they whisper
in summer rains
through mountain's tops
more so than
sunset hues in trees
peering in and out
of the thickness
of smoky air
rising from the valley
there is no music
in autumn's air
just a moan
of cold breath
lingering
beauty
befalling
to death
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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