Autumnal

November 3, 2018 § Leave a comment

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The other day the world was shinning

like the good silver at a beloved daughter’s wedding.

Our feast on the world will come to an end one day.

Every time I think of it I take a photo.

(3 November)

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Under the skin another skin,

and another and another.

The day we disappeared

was a spring day in autumn,

each fallen leaf had touched that skin,

briefly, first and last.

(19 October)

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