The moon,
memory,
the motorists' mufflers,
sing lovesongs to the
crisp October night
and the air,
that flows softly
through the ends
of your let down
hair.
-----
Raindrops glimmer on fallen leaves.
Full branches catch the soft morning sun,
toss handfuls of shadow
onto joyous faces and chilly noses.
The elk sing of great victories.
The aspen groves strengthen connection.
-----
Sounds so loud they make the
cat cry out.
Jamming so hard that your
hat flies off.
Hands bleeding,
Ears screaming.
Rough,
Tough.
No comments:
Post a Comment