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Winterfylleth (October)

Winterfylleth (October)

 

We die! We die!

scream the old men

of the trees,

as their grip slips

from skeletal fingers

holding them aloft.

 

They fall to earth

in a blaze of golden glory,

coming to rest

at the feet of

great oaks, sycamores,

birch and elms.

 

Rustling in their cardigans

of orange and amber

like dry skin

in...

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written in the dirt

this autumn morning

winter’s aperitif

is served on the rocks

shaken and stirring

 

come downpour now

unleash your jotting scribe and

cast the showery runes of fables untried

forge scripts along our droughty lanes

of songs for all that yet remain

or wash away those pages brown,

whelm witness to our temporal sway

 

we’ll listen to the eager eart...

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That Which Autumn Leaves

That Which Autumn Leaves

 

The clowns were funny in the ring,

as they joked and tumbled and fell -

but in the camp, after the show,

they made our young lives hell.

Still in their masks of garish paint

and drunk on Vodka shots,

they cut and bruised and beat us,

hatching cruel, twisted plots.

 

I never saw the demons

lurking safe behind the masks

...

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