Autumn Stands Sullen.

Dawn rose late and dusk fell early.


Dowdy clouds dressed in 

grey, drift across a 

down-heeled dawn

limpet leaves embrace

the stem as tears of

autumn know their loss.

Such clothing shed,

all pretence lost beyond

the shaded bronze,

time shall call an early

dusk to cloak their stricken

form.

 

© sweetwater 2021
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