Yesterday, a harbinger came
She softly cried and wore cloudy garb
in a coach of summer lightning.
The message she brought made me pause,
written in gold on sun and breeze,
and traced by indolent insect wings.
Now she's gone. Her message fades.
A perfume trail from her Mistress's vial,
though, does not quickly fade away.
"Autumn is coming to find you."
Labels: Drew
9/11/2007 02:01:00 PM