North
The leaves are tired;
glowing green
fading softly,
wearing out.
–
Lakes like glass reflect fleeting fire,
and summer clings on
by its fingertips.
–
The world melts into dusk,
and mountains rise up
into blueberry skies.
The leaves are tired;
glowing green
fading softly,
wearing out.
–
Lakes like glass reflect fleeting fire,
and summer clings on
by its fingertips.
–
The world melts into dusk,
and mountains rise up
into blueberry skies.
