further out a swell of white clouds
charge
the rise of mountain
sun in hedges shield
catch
a thousand images
sable and ink framing berries bloody
tawny leaves cracking loose in scales
frozen pale
dawn
over the ground the scratch of swords
switch of the tail of Autumn
sweeping out
the roar before the colour
fading laying down
and sound
stoops
Show off.
ReplyDeleteHere is mine:
Shit.
Muddy again.
And so are the kids.
With extra previously hidden dogshit.
Fucking Leaves.