Disappear With Me

I went outside at twilight. A balmy late September evening. The air and the colors were so very soft. This mood came over me as I walked. Disappear With Me


The Night Comes

I'm disappearing into the September twilight
but the road just keeps going on;
the colors and eternal contours attending evening
hint at something.

Disappear with me, you have no choice, you will.
We'll sleep though winter,
waking to the 'purple-dee' cacophony
of red-winged black birds returning to fill the trees again.

Text and photographs Copyright 2007 by David H. Roche