An Endless Time


Sweet serenity a morning brings, fading into an indigo sky, beholding
a weary moon.

Steamy Mr. Gray mingles around the hibernating blooms and twirls
with the early mist. His embodiment, cracked and chipped, warms my
aging hands.

Swaying gracefully through tender breezes, showering senses with
memories of the stormy midnight ease.

Pushing softly against the jaded dampened fields, shoeless toes
bring an awakening chill.

Awaiting choruses of feathery notes, couple with rhythmic melodies
from time worn wood and ropes, brings forth stillness for every ebb
and flow.

Summer's end finds me shaded and canopied under palettes of reds,
golden browns, and yellows, but never green, till winters coming
clean.

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