Wednesday, 2 November 2016

This Sick Autumn

This sick Autumn.
It won't let go of Summer.
Now the heat is like a fever.
Leaves crumple to brown in the heat.
Frost barely a memory.

Is that what she will know?
No mists and grey iron cold,
That dampens the bones but brings ghosts to the eyes?
Will fall forever be a malingerer?