has lodged deep in my heart-- fibers of muscle, jealous, clench the splinter. Smoke settles in the hollows, corvids' cries shatter against the grey sky. Spring grass lances wet October earth, resists the shifting shroud of leaves. At the gate a wild persimmon, star-husked, awaits the frost.
2 thoughts on “Autumn”
Thanks, Sara! Hope you are well–and your parents are safe!
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