Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Last Days of Summer

Tree leaves dancing
in all shades and hues,
a canvas in motion as
Autumn leaves a clue.

Cicada's music
crickets that don't sleep
as they prepare a goodbye
to that warm summer breeze.

Stories to be written
tomorrow's tales at best,
when hearts come together
and to love we leave the rest.



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