The Earth turned

As we came upon autumn

And ploughed

The last of summer’s crop

Into the dark, cooling soil

We retreated from advancing crystalline nights

Wrapped tight in memories of past seasons’ warmth

To insulate ourselves from winter’s separation

Of light from day

And thereby broke the magic


CLP 16/11/2019

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité

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