Red has come – <br />It blew in unexpectedly <br />When I was vulnerable. <br />And it brought the cold – <br /> <br />Not of still and blue, <br />But the dying embers type, <br />As if to say 'Goodnight Summer.' <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-114/
