Autumn's keen colors
bust out gold-flecked
and lucent
A fetching masquerade
Til one day the facade drops
The flaunting stops
And we face our transformation --
The body of real things
The cleansing verity of snow, yes:
We make our cold confessions
to it --
Our sooth world unadorned;
No high fashion statements
No sweet smells from the earth.
Just the white truth of being --
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:34 PM UTC
Autumn's keen colors
bust out gold-flecked
and lucent
A fetching masquerade
Til one day the facade drops
The flaunting stops
And we face our transformation --
The body of real things
The cleansing verity of snow, yes:
We make our cold confessions
to it --
Our sooth world unadorned;
No high fashion statements
No sweet smells from the earth.
Just the white truth of being --