Saturday, 15 October 2016

Come , she will




I watched as

Autumn

fell onto the street.

Leaves tinged with copper

and at night a moon
leaning over our fence.

The wind,
tenderly whispering over and over
that November will come.

And
come
she
will
across
the
frosted
fields

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