Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Fate September

When the wind leaves
to blow the cold
off of the leaves

maybe black branches
may hold enough blood
to survive you to spring.

Don’t cry northward
but keep going;
don’t cry at all

but keep singing
until the orange sky
goes midnight blue –

when the clouds breathe
to blow your cold
frame closer to me.

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