October Sky

october 10th, 2018

October nights when the wind gods roam,
and warm smoke meets my throat in a haze.
I exhale to the breeze and watch,
bracing,
as my cloud disappears in the cool air.

Lonely evenings turned mornings;
burning leaves, breathing peace.
I hear the trees speak their stories to me,
rustling,
as the treetops waltz slowly with the sky.

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