Solstice on a Desk, by Dubhaigan Subscribe to rss feed for Dubhaigan

Autumn bliss
the light caress of
wind, slightly pressed.

Breath in air
and slow decay 
of the trees that swayed
when the sun had once
shown itself to play.

On this simple desk,
it was that time.
Almost solstice.
Solstice, divine.
Posted: 2011-11-30 21:04:39 UTC

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