L'automneA Poem by Moonie~Posting an autumn poem in February~
Find me by the wayward stateside,
coming back home to reside, and lay white upon the Earth's mottled lap. Between the folds, I uphold unsweetened truths, and pray on my skinned green knees, wobbling under the weight of the scoliosed season's greetings. My fingers gasp for fresh breaths to hold onto the olfactory death that is autumn, reaching out skyward towards the humming quiet of reddened maples, and hibiscus drones that drown out the bees licking divine flesh off from the last of flowers, drinking up supple honey relentlessly, as the year gulps down our time. © 2020 MoonieFeatured Review
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