Pinholes in curtains shimmer
through with red and gold's
of autumn.
I pull back the glitter of starlight
to reveal the October morning;
and sprawl upon sunlight,
gathered by the soft
berber carpet.
Which I often do when
slumber clings to sleepy limbs.
I window shop for day dreams
among frost bitten daisy's,
and fallen tears from
windblown roses:
and drift away into the
crisp cool calm,
of fall.








Very nicely done. I enjoyed this very much.




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