Red and Gold, An Ode to Fall

September 7, 2017

Warmth seeps from the air

Breath is cold

Sharp, burning

Confusion of the senses

Light

Gray and gold

Chiaroscuro

Endless dance

Across this place

And time

Sunlight, golden warmth

Alchemy of light

Transformation

Of grass

And leaves

Gold-green, pure gold

Darkest burgundy

Pieces of the burning sky

In the absence

Of the sun

Gray

Cold and drowsy

Eternal slumber

Quiet gray of the morning

Gray of shade and cloud

Crescendo in the gray-black night

Gray without gold

Gray broken by

The hard white

Of the stars

And the soft white

Of the moon

This is the time

Of stillness

Suspended in time

Silent and solemn

Much like kneeling

Before the altar

The inhaled breath

Before the final confession

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