The cottonwoods are restless
Rustling, whispering, in the high hot air
A distant wind chime knells
The autumn of the day
Golden patterns flit across the lawn
Dancing for a moment ahead
Of the stretching shadows
This is the moment to linger
And indulge in the fading warmth
Before the violet rises and the spell ends
edgarblythe wrote:the stormclouds are coming
wind will knock us flat
why did i move to houston
instead of maybe platte
Sounds scary...my thoughts are with you, with that hurricane headed your way.
don't turn your back and let it wail
take your refuge from the wind
pack up all your things
and leave the rest behind
Where ya' been, colorbook?
I've been worried sick.
Yeah, Letty told me you were missing me...I missed you too Gus.
I had a great summer with lots of fun. Now it's time to get back to the serious side of life...or is it?
Well, now that you're back, I guess I can erase this suicide note.
No, it would tear your insides out.
Gus, how about a spontaneous poem for colorbook's return?
Her name was colorbook
A queen she was
But she left. And then came back.
I wonder why that twas?
Cute Gus, a queen you say? Hehe
Thanks for having him compose that littlek
I want to pee
But I am still here
It must be lazines,
Or addiction Maybe
This may be my last visit to the thread for a time. Depends on how bad the damage from Rita.
Hey, good luck with that, edgar.
edgarblythe wrote:This may be my last visit to the thread for a time. Depends on how bad the damage from Rita.
Being hopeful that all will be well, and that you will be back real soon.
I hope Rita doesn't cause real damage. This thread will miss you if you don't post. My best wishes.
I see there are some new people hereĀ
lots of new reading for me to do.
Welcome to A2K everyone; hope to see you all here more often
They are all very talented, too, colorbook.
