Autumnal SpellA Poem by Elizabeth LowellFree verse on the blending of human emotion with nature.Upon meeting you, in a motley hell I am banished, drifting on a bench under a sky of lead. A season I became, the season of the fiery yellow sea, when the leaves lie frozen seeking, in powderlike resplendence, to fade. Transition incarnate is autumn, adorned with broken time, neutral space for the oblique; neither belonging to nor conquering. Such is reality for me in your absence. Because by falling for you, I became the fall. © 2 months ago
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