02 October 2012

As the orange comes

The air grows crisp
brittle as the dying leaves
as the orange comes
mingling gold with scarlet flash
the geese take flight

wings were born for this
the spiral circles 
call deep
my spirit vibrates
with the cry
to go

Joining Peter and the gang talking orange



A Joyful Noise said...

Beautiful thought on Orange leaves turning and falling and wings to travel to do our Lord's bidding.

Alicia said...

Oh, how I love the brazen colors of fall. And yes, there's something in the air that screams, "fly!". Beautiful words here today. Thank you.

Henry Neufeld said...

Love it! Well done and well presented.

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