• sitstillinthecarplease 7w


    Observing the sun arc over the wheat
    illuminating each flaxen tendril,
    the eruption of emerald branches
    yellows then reddens then dies.
    Cold gales wander the valley
    as afterglow paints the skies.

    Lament for autumn as it withers in frost
    and day surrenders to the dark.
    Io, Saturnalia with your rings of celestial dust
    spiraling amid antimatter.
    Come the fires of festive chaos,
    we've candied gems to scatter.