Either Autumn came
or something’s out of order!
The maples, in crimson flames,
are begging for some water.
Smoke rises from the cement.
But there’s no lightning, no thunder!
A beagle picks up the scent
of the fleeting summer.
The sun sets, covered in ash.
The evening skyline’s darkened.
The temperatures rise and crash,
like stocks in the open market.
The lungs expand and collapse,
fragile, brittle and frail,
And centuries seem to elapse
before one can even exhale…
Before one can take it all in,
the fingers release the pencil
And sweat starts to seep through the skin,
like ink through a stencil…
Autumn
© Copyright: Андрей Кнеллер, 2010
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And centuries seem to elapse
before one can even exhale…
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before one can even exhale…
Love it!
Welcome to stihi.ru!
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