Poem du jour
24 October 2005 @ 05:56 PM MST
24 October 2005 @ 05:56 PM MST
Current Music: Bowling for Soup - 1985
Current Mood: Not too bad.. lots of sugar
Current Mood: Not too bad.. lots of sugar
Autumn
The smell of a campfire
somewhere in the distance
drifts along the road.
Leaves rustle in the wind
discontent with their new home.
Yellow, Orange, Red, Brown
Against the grey sky.
And although far away,
I close my eyes, breathe the cool air:
I'm sitting under my old Maple
And, for a moment, all is well.