Wednesday, March 18, 2015

untitled poem

The forest eves call to me
The leaves have turned yellow
And a pumpkin moon
Hangs in the sky

Away from the green grasses,
The trees sing,
Hie away into the hills
Seek the gentle deer
'Neath the waning wood
Sup upon mast and apples
Forget the golden corn
Take refuge in mine arms
Cast the world away


(written 10/27/13)

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