My autumn sensibilities
I have summered with you my love my own
For a brief season we have each other known
But all the tepid (torrid) sighs and groans
Caught light on wind and since have flown
I have tried to negotiate my mind with you
I search the forest of my autumn thoughts
And once a former memory has caught
But now floats past and all is lost
In all its cracks and blackened hours
The place I leave is all but mine
The leaves and waters have since soured/ The melting sunrises and snow dripped flowers
Without you what’s left to find?
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