#30. Seasoned

September 25, 2009

The bells chime
Randomly calling out
Summer’s end
Cheerful in the moment
Melancholy as the tone
Draws out.
The leaves rustle dryly
Although their color
Is still green
Mostly.
We lay with no covers
In the evening
But the cool night pulls us together
Under the wool.

3 Responses to “#30. Seasoned”

  1. Evelyn said

    “But the cool night pulls us together
    Under the wool.”
    Clear image, I can feel like blanket…

  2. zevstar said

    and we draw comfort from each other in the scary dark

  3. I like how this makes
    “under the wool”
    seem like an actual destination I could go.

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