Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Falling

Paul Morris Season 1 Episode 1

Falling

With warm winds 

that bring each autumn, 

summer’s last breath 

falls across 

the fields,

October lies, 

fallow,

beneath the stars 

as gently, 

slowly, 

the season turns 

and bids 

farewell,

with winter’s call 

to yield.


For above 

and beyond 

the empty 

hands,

the crowning grace 

of trees,

a pale moon 

full, across the hidden 

the skies,

pulls the shadows 

behind the last 

of daylight,

turning life 

to greys 

and the changing

colours,

of forgotten 

summer leaves 





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