Purple painted fingers
picking black berries
in the orange patch of the sun's rays
yellow leaves pause at the summer's end
until blown from heaven to earth.
Nature tucks a decaying blanket
up to her chin and settles
in for the winter
Sweet berries
Crisp breeze
Warm sun
Crunching leaves
I seek solace on Good Friday
from the death of dreams.
EH
March 2013
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