Sugar Gift of Autumn's Hips
The sun persuaded the earth to move
and slip,
slip,
slip from her summer groove
as we climbed to the top of the autumn trees
and swayed with the sway of the orange breeze
He held in his hand a bouquet of leaves
all crackled in crimson he gave them to me
Their scent lingers still on nostalgia's page
for I laid them to rest, as the season's sage...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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