Autumn
Abandon me here,
your cold breath's bite on my neck
every day different,
never knowing with you
what to expect.
You play with me now,
impatiently changing,
warm charm, cruelly chilling at whim.
Tender regrets,
your laughter's afternoon radiance
sends red and gold chills down my spine.
Partner in melancholy, lately
draped in gray-morning mystery
exposing bare winter shoulders.
Furl me in rainclouds,
play me your sinister look
whisper me summer-day memories
then leave me
in windswept indifference.
Jon Bohrn (2000)

 

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