morning, the pale yellow sun spilling its radiance, slower to blossom and faster to fade into twilight obscurity wind, migrating from other climes, bruising itself back-handed against my windowpane, reminding me of rain and easy breathing and the bliss and vigor of shorter days, the hint of chill and autumn promises in one dry leaf […]

via autumn promises, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt — THE POET BY DAY