Sporadic
Gold on the water
Shimmers
Blinding
Yet my eyes can't escape
Thinking of home;
This is the closest I get
In this time of year
In this type of place
Return
Seems to entice
A little stronger than it might
In say
Autumn
Drowning me
In it's kaleidoscope of changing colors;
But nothing beats
Gold on the water
Shimmering
Dancing
Calling me
Home...
©2010cchristopherbess
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