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Goodbye

Replete with woodland’s banquet, now the flocks

Begin to gather for their winter break;

As trees cast off autumnal russet frocks,

A rustling blanket in the summer’s wake.

Then swirling, now transparent, now opaque,

A roiling cloud that stains the sunset sky,

Till all at once a shared consensus makes

A turn, to arrow swiftly up so high,

Without a backward look, nor pause to say goodbye.

Spenserian stanza form

◄ Over Easy

Bloody Christmas ►

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 13th Oct 2018 08:47

Just one word to describe this Trevor......Beautiful....?

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AVISHEK GHOSH

Sat 13th Oct 2018 07:51

Good imagery.well crafted.

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