Autumn
A day of almond and whiskey
Dreams awake in waking dream
A white dove still descends
How can I not hope at long last to belong to this cold
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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It's great how much imagery you can slip into these words and still have this sound so natural and beautiful. To read is to give a shiver to the unknown and the unexpected. The lines are haunting and beautiful as they descend with dying fall into the harsh arms of winter. Once again you greatly impress me, I love your work!
Keep on writing!
~Elizabeth~

