Ode to Autumn's cold embrace,
Held against a twisted flame.
Loosely blowing wisps of lace
Impossible to tame.
Your masterpiece, in hastened pace,
Is laden with admired fame;
Disguising true, untainted grace
Of nakedness to shame.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
Ode to Autumn's cold embrace,
Held against a twisted flame.
Loosely blowing wisps of lace
Impossible to tame.
Your masterpiece, in hastened pace,
Is laden with admired fame;
Disguising true, untainted grace
Of nakedness to shame.
From my poetry book "The Reception: Black, White, and Grey" - feels like that sort of weather outside today
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