The air chills. The last twilight bows before night. The black clouds drift before the Hunter’s moon. There should be children out. Trick or treating. Parading up and down the street in their meme costumes. But only one walks the road, dressed as the Red Death. The unmitigated […]
Originally posted on Heed not Steve:
warm afternoon – she closes the sliding glass door —- © Steve Mitchell 2020
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
in the meadowyellow flowers lingerand yellow butterfliesdancing with the yellow leaveswind-stripped
Originally posted on Vento del giorno:
Shinsui Itō (伊東深水) la mia compagna nel bicchiere di vino la luna piena questa notte le tende non difendono il buio my partner in the wine glass the full moon this night the curtains do not guard the darkness © A.M.
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