Thursday, November 12, 2009

eyes falling

wither roses,
color maple leaves,
brittle the twigs
of trees shedding seasons;

time to steam 
cinnamon and cider
for chilled walks 
and frost-turning 

for eyes falling 
on night's 

Poem © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker 

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