Hope in Autumn

Even the bloodied sky flies
trying to get away
scratched by crimson leaves
hurled like rain to the hard ground
and bandaged in old gold and brown

Yes the sky is pierced by silver needles of the birch
White bark, white skin,
pinning the white snow onto the shocked earth

Which tries to be quiet and to hide
from the grief and tumult
of a long-awaited death

and the dreaded pain of rebirth.

2 thoughts on “Hope in Autumn

  • … the dreaded pain of rebirth.

    Awesome Winslow.

    I have found that I am willing to wear the same shit under my hat band because its easier than facing the unknown. Easier than making the same new choices. Easier than facing the dreaded rebirth.

    Robert E

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