Reposts from an old, defunct blog o' mine, may include comments (Raye09)
New November with her grayness, chill and trees across field anoxeric can mute my song of light until I open my eyes and see the seasons lexical year by fallen tear, winter's loneliness, spring embrace shall birth us a-gain to summering fair and in this moment of here clasped rare mine sight 'tis... Sign in to see full entry.