By: Cory Raymond
her petals had fallen
but her spirit still rose
unbidden
at the drop
of a leaf
the flight of a raven
the scent of wood smoke
wafting
wafting
wafting
through her soul
the chill of autumn
promising more
the turning
of seasons
reminding her
of seasons turning
before
the passing away
of summer's dubious gifts
and resurrection
of calmness
and quiet
rose hips
plump
promising more
roses would bloom
and then blow away
petals dropping
curling
decaying
spirits rising
roses again...
Cory Raymond
Sometimes Ever After
Quote of the Day: "It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit."
-Robert Louis Stevenson
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