Walking Through the Woods in October – DuskA Poem by Mike ScintoThe sky’s hue touches the canopy, purple and blue, on the green and yellow of an aging season’s head. A lonely path unfolds before me, woven through the forest mellow, where not a soul has tread. The wind sings songs of coming winter, a breeze’s chill, briskly begotten, from summer unto fall. Marching through the silent hinter, all is still, a life forgotten, as night comes for us all. © 2014 Mike ScintoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMike ScintoWoodbury, CTAboutI'm Mike! I like to write–- I need a place to put all my poetry. Wanna know about me? Just ask! I love to talk to people with similar interests. more..Writing
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