Red Flames of Mist

Sorry I haven’t been posting as frequently as usual! I’ve been trying to get editing done for Book 2 of The Wanderer Trilogy. It is still in the works, but I hope to have a solid update for everyone soon.

Standing against the back of Summer in wake of Autumn’s chill,

I find myself yearning for a world of whimsical fantasy.

My eyes open and behold a fiery land just beyond my reach,

Mists ripple in waves pass overhead, red and pink and yellow.

Ablaze the sky above, Arise the morning sun.

Harvest Moon to Harvest Sun, greets with eerie beauty.

I am present to it’s wake and sentinel to it’s arrival,

Autumn is here, Autumn is here, I announce to the Earth.

Roots spread from my soles, take root and ground me to the infinite below.

From my crown, a tingling cloud reaches up to greet the sky,

Connecting me to the infinite above.

The sky above becomes more calming as the sun rises more,

But beauty still remains, only a glimpse of the moments before linger.

Standing against the back of Summer I greet Autumn’s chill.

Like an old friend it wraps me up in it’s embrace,

The future is uncertain, Winter’s blankets will find me soon.

For now I relish the moments that nature beholds it’s true beauty.

That the end of green has arrived, but will come again.

I await the season’s, one by one, and stand witness to it.

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