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Dec 2018

the last leaves of autumn
have fallen like birds
floating on the breezes,
catching at the windows,
gathering the golds of the sun.


the first chill of winter
anchors its petals
to the earth, gathers
its frosts and its ice.


lady of the winter winds,
black waters that wait,
shimmering to a softened moon,
harbouring the drifting stars
like little boats.


sunken into dream
the night sky maps its path
blows into the corners of the wind
conjures its caverns and
dark caves.


i’ll never let go of your love
for my legs,
your love warm honey,
my yesterday’s caught
in tomorrows, sweetened
only by your lips,
i drift into your love-
i’m in love with your love.
beth stclair
Written by
beth stclair  England
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