Autumnal Equinox


leaning back on the branch

her spine is arched

with wool itching her arms


it’s damp and

the leaves offer soggy comfort

as they stick to her bare ankles


the chill is tangible

cool air slices through her lungs

and her breathing turns sharp


the ground shivers

under the frost nipped grass

a breeze rattles through skeletal branches


the chrysanthemums bloom

as the yard withers away

leaving limp debris to harvest


the air is dry

the ground is damp

she stays in the tree as

the death festers

and color flowers

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.   

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