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.
Category: poem
the bluest cloud, Poetry by Vivien Lin
you came and woke me early today
blue traces in your hair
said the wind had smelt just like the sun
said I could find you there
your sunbeam hands tipped them forward the
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