Poem For A Fall Day: The Dressing Room

Gossamer thistle floats in the air
     while Queen Ann's flower turns to seed.

The tomatoes are green
      and a golden glow has appeared on the meadow.

The moon casts half an eye
      upon the passing hours.
      The sun no longer reigns.
Soon mother earth will shed her clothes.

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What a lovely poem. . . kind of sad and kind of warm . . . just like Fall itself.
A pleasure to read your writing Steph . . . so full of content . . . just yearning to be read.
Lots of Luck with the new site, it looks great.
# Posted By Clayton | 10/4/09 7:32 PM
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