Lithium Autumn

When dead tree days Follow rivers of tinder Branches glowing And shimmering with A cloak of frost on The crowns of Bloodshot, coppery Amber leaves Over lakes of deep Wine colored spirits As the clouds shine A blued pewter And mirrors off of water An imperfect indigo Wintery haze Of sneaking shards of silver HideContinue reading “Lithium Autumn”

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