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Autumn’s Liberation…


Collapse into me, Summers golden kisses.

Upon edges of winter’s yet to bes.

Infuse deep within me, the warmth of your hues.

Serenade me with your gentle rustlings.

I melt into your transition, 

Following your lead ever changing.

Enchanted, entranced, with each shifting breeze,

At autumn’s liberation…

©Elizabeth Dianne Allee

Image credit: https://www.deviantart.com/art/Empire-of-Autumn-334208234

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Perpetual Autumn…

Autumn brilliance,

Permanently draped

Upon transitory stone.

Patterned perfection.

Auburn kissed,

And crimson-gold.

No leaves to fret,

Shifting grounds.

No rustling heard in the wind.

Making bare, expectations.

Majestic fall defiance.

Autumn arrayed for all seasons.

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Paint The Season…

Lady of autumn
Gift forest bare with warm hues
Bathe the ground in gold

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Alone…

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Small hints of demise
Twisting down in the abyss
Descent is alone

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

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A Hopeless Gray…

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My cloud isn’t pink
It’s gray
How long, I wonder
Will I feel this way

No purple sunsets
In my mind
Only thumbnail moons
In darkened nights

I question the future
Days I’ve left to live
How many times I will
Fall into the same abyss

I ride a magic carpet
In my dreams
I watch my journey
From above the trees

Trying to escape
Less scathed
Than the previous times
I’ve lost my way

My cloud’s no longer pink
It’s, YET AGAIN, a hopeless gray…

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

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Subconscious Warning?

This is based upon a dream I had last night.

Standing stable on solid slab,
Aloft undefined ground below.
Suddenly flat surface begins to slant,
Small seeds of fear were sewn.

Growing steeper and steeper,
I was shifted out of balance.
The tilt more and more threatening,
My security now, but a fragment.

Grasping to the upper edge,
My only link to safety.
Only one arm available,
My other injured beside me.

I was horrified and panicked,
Cluttered, indistinct destruction swirling.
Hand slipping, to let go meant to die,
Into an unknown I couldn’t see, an abyss blurring.

And then, all became still, upright, and stable again…

I discovered it hadn’t moved at all,
The person with me was confused, at best.
It was some sort of hallucination, I was told,
Suggested to have been triggered by stress.

 

 

 

Golden Change…

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The golden gateway,

To autumn’s seasonal change.

Guided by God’s light.

 

Personal photography.

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