Lost in the echoes
of barren land without snow,
wishing to see you.
Tag: land
Last Rose of Autumn
the sea calls to the wind
the wind calls to the sun
the sun calls to the moon
the moon calls to winter
the land begins to close
as the land closes
the last rose of autumn
begins to take flight
petals ride on the wind,
for there is no sun;
only the moon and winter
C & K 