Earthen Vessel

A cup overflowing with me and my humble personal poetry.
Cracked and broken, I'm remade on the wheel of time and change.

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Sweet Autumn Night

The buttered sun sprinkles violet sugar sparkles,
a white milk moon and cookie clouds.
Broken bits of vanilla sky float through
summer-baked cooling autumn air.
Drinking in the evening glow and sweeted shine,
I taste this sweet autumn night.

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