Sunday, April 28, 2019



A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
I’ve come outside to play.
Fantasies flow through my head.

The leaves glitter red
Until the day turns dark.
I’m safe in my bed,
A red swirl in the park.

Rain pelts the park.
The wind cackles.
I flee in the dark
On raised hackles.

The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.

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