[today]Sep 21st, 2006 4:40:06 pm - Subscribe

I open my window
to the sunlight

as a dandelion turns
to the morning.

but time
is against me,

and autumn whispers
of the leaves that fall.

in white winter's grasp
all is still.

I am but a spark
beneath frozen earth

asleep
under opal blankets.

into the winter,
I follow the sun

far beyond
the horizon.

[I am]poetic.
[inspiration]September.