Falling 

The air crisp with autumn
implores the trees
and me to fall under its spell
The clouds dust the
sun away as if to say not
even grey can eradicate
such a perfect day.

The leaves even refuse
to say goodbye content to
hang around on the
ground. Devoting their last
hours to maple tips
and the call of Jack Frost.

My cares lossen by the wind
and the aesthetics
of burnt red and pine artistry.
Charmed by the earthy
scent of October.
I await a a sliver bone moon
Content with the early
dark beauty.. Its curves and edges
The voluptuous figure
of a falling fall.

-Tosha Michelle

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51 thoughts on “Falling 

  1. Lovely as always:). I hope you are inland in light of the storm coming. I know there are millions being evacuated and hope you are going to be safe.

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      1. That’s good the past few storms when in NY on the island we were in a flood zone that even gets routine flooding in both rain and high tide to where it was 3 feet. Snow and Hurricanes were similar. Glad you’re not in harms way:)

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  2. Reblogged this on Inner Ramblings Boulevard: and commented:
    Hello darlings!
    A new day is upon us and as I sit silently in the company of my muse, my thoughts are invaded by some of the lovely words penned by you lovely people.

    I’m captured now by the lovey rendition of one of our loyal followers, Tosha Michelle. Feast your eyes on her poem below and be sure to show her some love. Enjoy! 🌷

    October 9 2016 (Showcase Reblog)

    Liked by 1 person

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