Pumpkin Skyline

Watching the sky at my favorite time of year, I was overcome with the beauty and ambiance of the season.

A dream above the skyline, a fire in the sky; 

new color is reborn as others fade and die.

 

 

A joke about forever echoes in the dark,

as embers fade from vision; ignited by a spark.

 

 The dying sun collapses and whispers to the moon,

'Our love will last forever, we'll be together soon'.

 

 

The beauty of a moment is that there's no promise of another,

like a roses pale complexion as the petals start to whither.

Reviews

[Morrigan Nicole]

Wow! Breathtaking beauty! Gorgeous poem, lovely words, and a one of a kind piece of art. Well done!