Writer1326

When night awakes sooner,

and the stars become brighter,

Fall descends onto the land.

Soon enough, winter will bring its false sand,

until then, the leaves paint the sky-

as the trees and wind begin to sigh.

Love can take many forms.

It appears in the way the moon,

is drawn to the sea, creating storms-

showing their love, that won’t leave anytime soon.

It appears in the way the sun,

I’ve watched the seasons change,

one day it’s beautifully cold winter,

and the next it’s humid summer.

I’ve watched everyone around me change.

As they become the person they are now.

There’s a story to tell,

one of dragons and queens.

A story that’s as alluring as a bell —

in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.

When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,

When the air is crisp,

with a chilly breeze,

fall puts a spell on me.

The leaves fall in a wisp,

as an artist weaves-

a portrait of the fiery sea.

Though, it’s not February,

love seeps through the air.