The Sacrifice
The Sacrifice
A promise of rain
Clings to autumn afternoon
Claiming its spirit
I feel its heaviness and its dampened thoughts... and hear broken whispers of leftover leaves now caught in rising wind. The scent of anticipation is ripe and somewhat impatient, I think. But it is the taste, that glorious electric splash of newly washed morning, those quenching sips of October's dew, I crave. This! Yes, this is the prize and the promise... a sacrifice of an autumn afternoon.
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By Myrna D.
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