October Bliss
At the mountain slopes,
Yellow and red grasses burst
Clouds kiss orange peaks; then roll.
A wistful wind blows
As autumn sun bathes bare feet -
Sweetness flares, touches the sky.
10.9.14
Copyright © Hija De La Luna | Year Posted 2014
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