Autumns New PrinceA Poem by JGAutumn’s New Prince The final time I spent youth’s daydreams to raise Camelot back from the dust, the shadows, the scattered stones cast by the castle’s fallen walls—my princess, Autumn’s auburn buds burnished in Fall’s sun were gathered nervously between my forefinger and thumb. Her Locks were so easily stolen: the spent rose petals spread between the tussled linens of grass, discarded the way of Fall’s last affair Now, Autumn lets another boy run his hands through her ivy tangled trunk and favors his wrist: a necklace of wound jade leaves from her neck. With a broken branch of Excalibur’s length, he is tapped each shoulder and rewarded a southwester’s blown petals; loosed by Autumn’s breath against her rose-threaded bower, his archway to gardens of Avalon.
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