crimson had not yet bloomed
crisp-splattered
across vistas strewn
autumnal breeze hinted chill
at pre-dawn calamity
winds gusting hard to ill
gale capsized her all
wave on wave, apoplectic
deadened browns crest fall
shame, scarlet blaze
faded in season’s wither
wanders lost daze
now accidental tourist
forlorn, scorned, windshorn
in her own – foreign – life
Read more of Aurora Phoenix’s writing at Insights from “Inside”
Brave & Reckless 
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A color lost
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Beautifully written with stunning imagery!
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Most welcome!
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