Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Awakening

(In nove otto form.)

Warm winds are gone, the air is still
And night falls now with biting chill,
The land is brown, the trees are bare.
The warming sun is waning fast
As summer slips away at last,
A snap of cold is in the air.
I watch the leaves dance on the breeze,
Abandoned, gray, the barren trees,
As Winter creeps forth from her lair.

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October 20, 2012 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

4 Comments »

  1. Very descriptive, and beautifully wrote..gives me a chill just reading it.

    Comment by randomredhead2012 | October 20, 2012 | Reply

  2. I love this time of year and you described just exactly how I feel and see it sitting on my porch. Beautifully done.

    Comment by heartspurs | October 20, 2012 | Reply

  3. It is so real in my mind. awesome

    Comment by Jeanne | January 7, 2013 | Reply

    • Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

      Comment by Brady | January 8, 2013 | Reply


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