November Shades.

 


Dusk creeps early in

the grey bound copse:

 

sullen shades fall with

ease, cloud the dips

where flotsam weaves,

 

dank lipped tracks their

secrets found, now hide

below a crumpled gown

 

and darkening banks

all tangled limb, writhe

the unknown world

within.

© sweetwater 2020
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Yutka

a vivid expression of the falling darkness in short, like staccato sentences due to the enjambement. one can nearly hear it, and feel the “darkening” mystery of the “unknown world” of night…beautifully written

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