Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Raven's Run

My writing always goes to shit when I get happy. :D

The tangled woods
They weave a dream
Of grass knolls
And flowered seams

A scuttled rustle
creatures scurry
as natures winds
unleash their fury

I watch the leaves
blow in the wind
as my hair whips around
the thoughts I send

The air is crisp
with Fall's delight
and the sun sends rays
with Autumn's low lights.

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