Sail me past summer on coral-spun seas,
Scent me with harvest, on harvest-spun breeze;
Usher me crisp-leaved to autumnal days,
Wrap me in autumn with coral-crisp rays.
Tag Archives: fall
Paradox
Frailty flutters,
driven by drafts
which force the Fall.
Paper-thin,
when membranes rupture,
Seed is sown –
paradox of
palatial proportion.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 