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…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Marta SQUADRITO