image borrowed from deviant art
Kisses Crimson-Gold
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the stir of autumn wraps my heart
as summer slowly wanes
riding the early fallen leaves
on the current of october waters
whirling and bobbing on crystal ripples
round and past the river rocks
over the rip rap of the stream bed
carried vividly away
into advancing sunset
shadows lengthen
days shorten
and a quiet melancholy begins
to settle upon the land
as it prepares itself
for the slumber of renewal
but not before the crackling
joyous dance of harvest
and a crisp crimson-gold kiss goodnight
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rob kistner © 2010
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