Ages ago....

Breathe deeply my Autumn child

the golden glow has found you now

Let sister summer rest her sleepy head

while you wake, lazy mist in your skies

Meek are the mornings and days grow mild

Leaves change faces as winds to you bow

Harvest awaits as winter spills her dread

Awake my child, and open your eyes

Breathe deeply my fair lass

Twirl while you sow, dance as you reap

Soon the frost will melt your dreams

Winter is hiding just beyond the hills

She will threaten your realm, make cold winds pass

her ivory veil smoothers and creeps

baring your meadows,

freezing your streams

as her Wrath spreads with her icy chills

Awaken my lovely maid

and make your days count

You are the light before the dark

You, my Autumn Child

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Just a piece of work I was very proud of at one time. I miss writing and my art. Granted I wasn't the best or remotely very good. But it made me proud none the less. It was an outlet...something to do on those nights when sleep refused to knock on my window. My pen tablet sits in a box in the hall closet. I tell myself I'm going to get it out and finish those pieces that have waited for me. They sit in a dusty desktop folder..tempting me...But life has gotten more hectic and my list of "must do's" never seems to end. I'm not sure if thats the truth of it or if its really the fact I'm scared that my creativeness is empty.