november runs through
with a cold cold heart

.

all prettied up and fancy plaited

and already I’m cowering inside

with an old woman’s bones

for company

.

an hour to the west

mother nature has unleashed

a winter’s worth of snow

and i keep thinking she’s trying

to tell us something

or punishing us

like naughty children for sassing her

all summer

.

these autumn mornings

wear all the wrong colors

and i drink tea that tastes

of endings

.

.

.

 

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