by miriamb2400
I'll tell you of my favorite time,
when the October sun carries broken shards
of autumn, wrapping itself around
moonlit shadows that sneak in during
daylight;
My favorite time to
watch how the morning light peels
back its bronze skin and stretches
over the hallways doors, the
dusty mote-edged windowpanes and
lazy days, like the rubber band
snaps back and settles;
my favorite time
bends and shakes and leans
back to watch itself as it pours
bottles of blue across the sky,
promising dusk and color and secrets
revealed, glory and divine;
hidden like the opaque awakening cries of
the autumn owl at night,
and the earliest bird in the
dawning sepia light...