Autumn has better shadows with its
Slanted light and sky-forge sunsets,
Frost-hinting dews washing the
Chill morning meadows.
The sun affirms our compass truths
And we nod sadly to darker days,
Wondering how long summer's
Lingering ribbons will deceive.
Now, under glass-blown blue skies,
As east winds bare fresh fangs,
A rich crumble of bronze-red leaves
Carpets the dying path to winter.
6th November 2017
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
