squander red rockalone the ladyand darknessto the tidesdislocate Apollo,to pares of boneswed to grief;I shatter likethe blue mooninto fall’s handsin the fingertipsof flowers that were not mine& ghost planetsand shiversreserved to thedeath of the apple,and baby’s dream. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for this week’s Go Dog Go Prompt: into fall’s hands.
lament in autumn grief, a shadow of a touch leafing as bones; empty windows and shops, isolation of sense when there is none left for you or I, for you or I as the river leaves in the wind it is a paradox in the cold. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
The meadows winded from gold, As the dawn of the early day sets To the death of the gale Between the droplets of mist Angled by the trees. It came as the silent Shadows that budded from Its flesh and drops of dew With the wind curled by The breast of the sycamore Dwindled by… Read More Autumn Leaves.