Gray October,
clouds above,
holding back
the burning sun.
And driving down
this concrete bridge,
I feel the darkness
moving in.
And to the right,
and then the left,
the forest beckons,
just ahead.
A sea of yellow,
a sea of red,
Too many colors
to comprehend.
And to myself
with mounting dread,
the harshest words
are softly said.
I like October poems, but we don't seem to agree on the season. Fall is my favorite time of year. True, I don't much care for
the cold, but that's really winter you're talking about. :)
Let yourself take on a sexy adventurous read, walk on the sensual dark side of human adventure through the shadows of your mind. And, challenge your senses of the normal versus the paranormal, and the abnormal. Accept the quest, get onboard and disco
Ireland 1945. Florence Kite finds a letter and her whole world crumbles. Marcus Fanning was her real father. But twenty-five years ago, Marcus Fanning vanished off the face of the earth.
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the cold, but that's really winter you're talking about. :)
In Spirit,
Bear
another spectacular poem!