sky hangs low
the sky hangs low above my head,
drooping like a silky scarf wrapped around the world.
the leaves change like living kaleidoscopes,
burning with color and dancing quietly in the solemn trees.
there is a hint of rain in the air which echoes in the marrow of the bones,
the clouds ready to bleed from unseen wounds.
i sit here, alone,
haunted by emotion and the fading echo of your voice.
sashay.