the burns (Autumn’s thoughts).

Autumn’s

thoughts descend
on strings of light

clamoring
through the graying

skies,
those

fields where the wind

now roams and plows…
Autumn’s

thoughts, hung
onto

peaking lights,
spill

down from trees

& roofs…
Autumn’s

thoughts
they carry

in their rusty

sheaths
the burns

from the rain-stained

windows
&

Autumn’s

thoughts fall,
through the graying

skies,
those

fields where the wind

now roams and plows…
Autumn’s

thoughts drift
down to the ground

& set swirling fires
to the pavement,
leaving crackle marks

lingering in the ear…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

_________________

the-burns

Photo: Marta SQUADRITO

 

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