They bring winter. |
Sheets of Gold The crawling, sprawling color and creeping, seeping cold Harbingers - of the dark. The whirling, turning messengers Of a season indifferent and old Harbingers - of the glacial prison. Drifting, wafting, tumbling Sheets of orange and gold Harbingers - of hard Earth. Crumbled, rumpled refuse Piled high, to rot and mold. Harbingers - of a reawakening. First Place winner of Sept. '08 round:
What does an autumn leaf look like? |