Cold sheets crinkle
As I wake
On a blood
Red dawn.
Dry winds pluck
The summer
Flowers bare.
Petals clump
In grey heaps
In the dirt.
My toes are numb.
Autumn is here.
Cold sheets crinkle
As I wake
On a blood
Red dawn.
Dry winds pluck
The summer
Flowers bare.
Petals clump
In grey heaps
In the dirt.
My toes are numb.
Autumn is here.
He Who Wanders 