Weapons of AutumnA Poem by Judas HammerI laid in bed one night. An image came to my head. I had to put it into wordsThe
Weapons of Autumn I’m thinking about New England sunsets Glowing over Ivy covered Red brick buildings And tunnels formed by trees Hovering over cobblestone throughways Orange and red leaves form A natural quilt over Dry, browning grass Awaiting expiration This is what takes place In the Celestial Bio dome called Seasons This is the Season I referrer to as Natures wake The changing from the summer dress Into winters pre cardigan garb Cool breezes keep me vigilant The night has grown a few hours My dialogue turn into a frothy mist Which flows from my chapped sore lips As I tell stories of summer time folly The moon and I make eye contact We both share a secret He tries to read my mind I let Him © 2011 Judas HammerAuthor's Note
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Added on November 1, 2011Last Updated on November 1, 2011 AuthorJudas HammerThe City of Angeles, CAAboutI like to write, live in La and write and make short films. and more..Writing
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