You fold me in gentle arms
Warm and loving
Your breath on my skin,
Your heart beats as wild as my own
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Halloween Memories, Poetry by Joe Ouellette
North Winds drive Indigo clouds taking bites out of a ripe pearl moon.
Crisp salads of autumn leaves peppered with road dust
and salted with early snow dress the road.
Porches in glowing pumpkin yellow corn stalks and hay bales
Staging this night of innocent disbelief.
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