On Writing

Poem 259 – Fall Night

Fall Night for Monti

the scent of orange
deep like change
burnt & crispy
like summer’s skin
peeling to cool
its tender bones

the darkness darker
layered like secrets
eigengrau & onyx
like shadow’s shadow
ripening to burst
its widening playground

these fall nights turn like pages in season’s grimoire –
leaf’s veins weeping the last of warmth’s wishes
staining sidewalks in goodbye graffiti

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