Wednesday, November 9, 2016

November ruling

Clouds die
Giving birth to the blue
Which die in sunset

Rosy cherry blossoms
Blooming and falling then
Like daily the sun

The scattered pine trees
Bowing to the North wind
Just a whisper now

On the veranda
Too cold to sit down
Snow gathering

During the dark hours
Moon is leaving on my mind
His silvery steps

Blowing from West to East
Fallen leaves gather and disperse
None lost

Horror movie
A hand claws into my thigh
Not mine

Wet, cold, and dark night
Autumn kills the merry sounds
Sea swallows the moon

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