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autumn air

  • Rebecca W Morris
  • Sep 20, 2016
  • 1 min read

I smelled it in the autumn air

Cruel nature cruel cruel nature

I smelled you in the memory

Crisp autumn air and

My own hibernating habits

Empty room and burning candles

An old ink stained dress

And you were there in the room

The smell of seasons gone

A time one year ago

Autumn around the corner

Never in between the seasons

A boy washed up on the beach

Ejected from a boat

A young man smashed into pieces

Young

Man

Boy

Gone

And then the money comes

Pouring in

And then the council votes unanimously

To bomb

Men and women

Gone

With the circle of seasons

Not human and not your fault

The tyranny of the open night's too rough

For nature to endure.

And I could not grasp

And I cannot grasp

Cruel cruel nature

And I am what I was before

And I am not what I was before

Words to lull me to sleep

Words and breath

That is all that fill the room

Nothing more than that

Dreams caught in the webs

Of my dark maid lover

And little trinkets

Given by others

Yet nothing from him

But strange photographs

From a strange, sad night

That captured him but not at all

And I am cocooned in the love of the world

But a whiff lingers in the new cold air

And only memories remain

And then cruel cruel nature has won again


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