jeudi 3 novembre 2011

day ends

Can you feel the dust settling?

Hear the creak of the floor?

The moment pass by and gone forever.

The end of a season,

The beginning of a new.

Leaves twirl and breezes blow,

Colours deepen and ripen

As the cold dark days approach.

Feel them marching closer,

The last months of another year.

A town somewhere, when sun goes down and colours deepen and burn out.

1 commentaire:

miz katie a dit…

Kat!!! You're back!! I am excited to see you pop up on my google reader! How are the babies?? :)