The wind blows sharply
through the trees as
the red moon crests high
in the sky.
Brightly colored leaves rush
around my ankles like
anxious elves scampering to
serve.
The night sings a lonely song
as winter announces its
approach.
The wind blows sharply
through the trees as
the red moon crests high
in the sky.
Brightly colored leaves rush
around my ankles like
anxious elves scampering to
serve.
The night sings a lonely song
as winter announces its
approach.
chimerawrites 