lonesome

lonesome so deep the opaque blue autumn skies, i become decisively lost or perhaps achieve at least, sufficient obscurity. yellows, reds, darkest evergreens reveal the cusp of winter, trumpet blinding, dormant days redolent of leaves, sharp, peppery, varying degrees of decay. to usher myself with frigid breath and skate across the rime of my soul, demands an energy that cannot be purchased. forsaken in my seclusion. 11-02-10 ©tlp 2010