October

A flaming red bloom hangs before a grey sky,

Dusty petals shiver and whisper of

A darker place and time.

One by one the crimson flowers fall,

Fluttering to the ground, they are almost weightless.

I try to remember where I am and why

I recognize this stillness in my heart.

 It beats as softly as the petals touch the ground.

Grey turns to black.

I walk in a sea of red petals,

My mind swims in the stars.

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