Monday, October 4, 2010

Show your lovely soul
Opening to the huntress
Watch for her arrows

Seed of Mystery
Autumn raindrops mock my tears
Loving feeds the growth

In my bed of leaves
With cloudy doubts of reason
Swept in windy swirls

Autumn medicine
March plants call out for harvest
Each a cry of love

Graceful willow wisps
In fall brush by my lips
Your fire ignites my soul

Breezes loosen life
Colored beauties leaving trees
We are free again

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