From Allyn I can See...

The deep waters hide her colors and the sky simply melts away.

Whispering shimmering swirls of ancient magical gray.

Unfurling themselves as they wind in and again though black trees

Beneath the surface the fish are in mime of creation's lead.

As the sun's limited hours were only for this day borrowed.

Fall has come to Allyn - cloaking light's breath, unconcerned, & shadowed.

A bright bird calls and through the ghostly vapors land makes it's way

Dark and light meet up with the night and swallow the day away.