It takes the season
to open up the ground,
sense its magnet
to a mood;
It takes the tweed of autumn
to weave a death we need-
for tomorrow has its
own shadow, and is so far away
that life has nowhere else
to go but here.
In a list
Comments
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Oh my ...This is excellent..
I love this piece , you have cast me into such a beautiful mood with the reading of each line..
Peace
~A~


