Brume (softly in the ear).

I came to a crossroad
Where the autumn
Skies

Had suddenly closed
Their bittersweet coral
Eyes,

Tearing away the road
From under my sole

& quieting the sun’s
Dying gold

With a thin
Pearly hue.

It felt like
These little
Secrets you tell
Softly

in the ear
Of a friend,

Warm,

& then
Leaving behind
This cold

Bite

When
They’re gone,

Softly
in the air.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee

 

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