Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, September 10, 2021

September is the ...


 I hear the crickets

as they sing their song, 

watching the baby deer

as she wanders along. 


Another day in passing

and I was feeling blue, 

as I spent my day 

thinking of you. 


I tried to forget

the print left on my heart, 

as the sun set and the moon 

took it's place in the dark. 


Wondering as I do 

as the tears fall, 

trying to mend 

the break in the hearts

wall. 


Maybe we are  just a moment

that quickly passes away ,

just like the seasons 

leaning on a new day.






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