, ,

I hear Autumn wisp through wind

     bending branches at their spine    

speaking rumor of leaves sin

as come time to die

in the morn the tally’s new

crumbled leaves pervade

browning grass in residue

demanded to remain


Of which the fate I wonder

thought of winter’s white

brilliant plunder shine of snow

bedding earthly night

and of the things that scatter

without a soul within

I wonder which of seasons

for me will come again


© Tammy Mezera 2016

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