Autumnal Spirits

This is the trimester of incipient decline Creeping ever so slowly toward darkness and gelidity  Existence turns to a state of decay or dormancy or drudgery Colossal skeletons sway and creak and moan With slender angular limbs reaching out In innumerable directions to snare unaware passersby  Mummified forms of sundry sizes appear across the yard... Continue Reading →

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