Day 9

Came to me when I was waiting for the train and it was one of those grey, cloudy, windy days. I love those days :P

A whirl of sadness is in me

As dreams have become realer than most reality

The leaves may crumple and burnnin flames

But they flutter away just the same

And the melody sounds so familiar

So sad and lonely, a welcoming sound for chivalry

Though the ground beats light with drops from clouds

A savior is born from the ashes above ground

The flaming leaves that pucker its lips

A greedy bores to kiss their tips.

Andcas the clouds float over this bristol air

Trees lie empty in the suns shallow glare.

Author's Note

All critique appreciated ^_^