Friday, 31 October 2008

On breathing in autumn - by Lorri Centineo

birches, Wisconsin: by Eric Boegel of Accretion Point on flickr

Summer's last breaths
Embrace vibrant murmurs
Autumn exhaled in its youth

We hold ours as soldier birches
Guard the sun's trampled path
'Tween equinox and dead-still sun

A scritch-scratch of black,
Forests turn back their edges
Grasping and gasping last hues

What life my winter spires of ice
Wraith's foggy mouthing against
Lips frozen yet parted for spring

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