Empty

walking through the grass
let this moment last
a fall morning, dewy webs
trees that whisper in the misty dawn
I walk, barefoot

there's a foggy scent to the air
an old-leaf scent
an end-of-summer smell

its a peaceful sort of longing
a sweeping, gentle, breath
often it reminds me
in a sad sort of way,
of summer's death

but all things past
have passed
but will they come again
or will they remain
a blushing springtime dalliance

thoughts of times gone
linger with the dew
under the eternal atmosphere

i whisper to the empty air
of hopes and wishes
if a single person heard me, perhaps.
perhaps it could happen

the dawn
it blushes
like a gentle innocent
and the dew is cold on my ankles

lying in the cradling branches of a tree
i dream softly, gazing at the clouds
the scarlet grey clouds

a spider lazily spins her web
and the fog kisses it gently
settling cool diamonds
on the tiny threads

(c) 2012