October Morning
This morning with the coolness
Of night still in the air
My thoughts gather crowded
With many things running
Through my head.
The mystery of love
The stillness of time
All the things we know not of
The things we seek to find.
What is another morning
What becomes of the setting sun
When days run together
When all becomes as one.
Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2007
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