plains of autumn. 

The golden hues of a fading sun, 
have swept across in fleeting arcs. 
The jade drips slowly from her leaves, replaced with amber colored bark. 
Her summer skin lay shed among a pale forgotten shore; 
her petals taste the frost, 
as autumn chills her to the core.

plains of autumn.

The golden hues of a fading sun,
have swept across in fleeting arcs.
The jade drips slowly from her leaves, replaced with amber colored bark.
Her summer skin lay shed among a pale forgotten shore;
her petals taste the frost,
as autumn chills her to the core.

Poetry sublime.

El sol se despide. ( the sun says goodbye )

moforoot:

Before the n i g h t comes bearing

darkness,

turn your gaze towards the setting sun.

Hold my hand for these final moments,

we’ll g l o w together,

smile with me,

the last light,

through our eyes will shine,

before the d a r k n e s s comes.

Images of a passing storm. ( morse code collective )po

moforoot:

A colonnade of summers holds aloft our

marbled dreams. The cooling kiss of

moonlight shines betwixt its golden

seams. Below a sundial navigates,

infinite it’s watchful guise. Above sat

gardens where pixies played, till the

solstice star would rise. Beyond lay

fields of clouds, of blue, where twin

galaxies once shined. This monument

we’ve built forever, shall transcend the

dark of time.

Chrysalis verse.

You hope for c o u r a g e
beyond the plains. You search for comfort w i t h i n
the flame. You speak a language as old as time, soft soothing
b e a u t y personified. I’ve written verses describing you, no words can capture your image-true…

Distant glow (in adagio)

On a poem we can dream.
Cross an ocean, 
sail up stream. 
Paint blue skies upon the grayest  clouds… 
The faintest light shall guide you out, from underneath your darkened shroud.

Distant glow (in adagio)

On a poem we can dream.
Cross an ocean,
sail up stream.
Paint blue skies upon the grayest clouds…
The faintest light shall guide you out, from underneath your darkened shroud.

Twirl.

Words like fire that singes,
cold the smile from her eyes.
Dressed in summers last vestige, seasons fade as she glides.
She breathes poetic beauty;
love, a treasure she hides.
She will dance on your facade,
hers you’ll never describe.

The nautilus spiral ( morse code collective )

moforoot:

A better sunrise waits for us beyond the

bleeding clouds. A glowing magic,

draped in melancholy, reveals a solemn

shroud. The Ides have past us now,

there are no boundaries, no rifts. Our sails

seek stronger trade winds, in haste our

ship gains lift.

Willow whispers.

Traces of green,
dance on your heart lines.
The Presence of spring has gone. On your breath it resides.
Call out your name,
it lingers in silence. On your palm an ocean of tears,
we won’t drown in its sadness…