Poetry

Fall Daydream

GiaB writing prompt #3: seasons

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I put my dream aside
Opened my eyes
Stepped in for a ride,
Moved forward — beside Autumn
Supplied leaves — dried
Orange, yellow, red
Outside the window
On top of my bed,
Breaking of sticks,
Over my head,
Whistle of wind,
Silence unsaid,
The back of my neck
Tickled with thread,
Swaying soft feather,
Falls on my sweater,
Smell of the fire — watch…