Saturday, September 05, 2009

Autumn

When a gentle breeze sweeps past me overwhelming my senses and arousing the bittersweet memories in my heart . . .

I don’t want it to end

When I witness the glimmer of a full moon across the lake on a dark quiet night
Like lingering on the last few pages of a really good novel . . .


I don’t want it to end

When I am lured by the soft sounds of chirping crickets out my window I surrender to a peaceful, dreamy slumber. . .

I don’t want it to end

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