November Wordsworth

Stare at what's left of a sunset Orange sky that has nothing to offer but lulu Gaze intimately as jinxed  Tranquil waters & cold breeze are a harmony  Sprouting stars from the far west Overwhelmed by the beauty, With a sigh I Marvel about the anesthetic God's creation. #vss365

Howls a lone wolf at the crest of a hill Stares at an aged falling autumn leaf In view of naughty nocturnal bats Flying close to a stained porous moon.  Sways in the highs and lows of the sky Glides on tides and waves of the wind Alone in search for an afterlife companion.  Origin forgotten, destiny unknown Out of upthrust, kisses the moon and descends Down Passed a willow's canopies To the ground of it's fellow dead for eternity. @juliuscseguya

Stares a raven Adjacent to a nest in solitude Snow flakes dressed in white Falling as fairies of enchantment.  Baby ravens glance anxiously in the Alpine At a baby lizard dropped in for dine.  Bathe the apricity of the sun Had been starvation to fun.