Autumn falls upon Us

our fall leaves green seasons. fiery yet controlled burns leave a smoldering mine. the ash bores fall into mind, with an arch a typically undefeated bole escalates through the cold. our august desires warp like broken bones and boughs of death that grace our soon frozen town. skeletons emerge to costume youth’s frown and grace the molt of newly naked poplars’ brown decay of summer on the ground. cleanliness is godliness. are those the words you said? rakes manipulate as pants capitulate coldly.  Later we give offerings to the emblems of our end, prompted only by three words. the trick … Continue reading Autumn falls upon Us