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AUTUMNAL WINGS

Dry vintage red pressed to her lips, as

another ephemeral summer night dissipates 

over a horizon. 

Autumnal dusk spreads her wings across an auburn meadow.. 

A sapphire moon floats up over cranberry fields inside a sky, emblazoned by twinkling lanterns.

Tepid breeze plays with tiny goosebumps on slender arms & she shivers; tightens her 

wool scarf.

Crinkle of dead leaves underfoot, wilting as 

fleeting summer dreams.. 

Wind gusts through chapters in an ancient novel; sepia pages, slightly worn from impatient fingers.

The pungent smell of pine & cinnamon lingers in the blustery evening air.

Drifting snapshots of an antique rocking chair, melodious creaking..  butterscotch kisses, 

scent of cedar-wood & sweet rain.. holding a calloused warm hand, placing it on a cool cheek, smiling eyes.

Floating backwards, gazing through a frosty window-pane.. A timid young girl playing with buttons, unlaced boots with mud on the soles.. ringlets of raven curls, cascading off her shoulders, down her back.. heavy eyes that cradle centuries.  

Chimney smoke in a distant cottage does pirouettes; stained pages of a soul’s novel  

fast forwards.

The mood takes on an inviting haunting feel, paper-thin emotions.. 

Wistful whispers amongst shadows; lurking inside crevices of timeless evergreens. 

Ghosts frolicking in tree tops, watching 

the foliage bleed out.. 

Epilogue to another year in a life..

Time continues to weave its tapestry.. 

Endless patches, embroidered with memories; leaving seams unsewn. 

Spun tales of witches in the attic, haunted cornfields, pumpkins with crooked grins, hungry wolves howling at the harvest moon. 

A time when stars held on to wishes & it 

rained moondust from blood orange skies.

A raven haired girl with glassy eyes & 

handfuls of stardust. 

She inhales the universe inside her lungs, blowing rose gold particles into the horizon.  Amber speckled sand, swollen with life’s breath drizzles back down into the ancient hour glass.

The universe spins it’s pallet of wonder.. 

Unveils a picturesque canvas; inside an autumn kaleidoscope, beneath an amarillo sky…

She swirls her wine, curiously watching 

golden flakes reflect the moonlight.. 

Lips stained red, hints of spice, citrus & 

honey nectar. 

One last sip of summer’s candy coated dreams…

Julia🥀

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