Like brackish waters, the colors of two seasons lovingly intermingled. One, striving to hold tight and the other letting go of her caress. Collaged hues pressed hard into fading time, slowly folding inward. Hesperidium, yellows, dark chocolates, and hazels too, gently impress her glow. Swallowed the past, into yesterday and pressed firmly in place. A cool breeze ushers in shallow days, and darkness fills its place. Endless hues of golden reds tightly grip the year, slowly dwindling it down and weakening her lovely memory, it's time to let go. Autumn draws near. Into what, we all must ask, and where has it gone, that forgotten past?
Coteau des Prairies Poetry
South Dakota Hobby Farm
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