Above the Rest

Guileless, autumn lay upon a land past the tiresome days of summer, above the tender roots of jaded lawn blanketing the bulbs for nubile spring left in kindness ~ calling winter's winds to rest… Wasted are the teeth of winter on the bloodless throat of fall, no dinner will the withered rent-shirt of well spent life make only a soft and cozy remnant left in kindness ~ where winter’s hoary form can rest… *Inspired by Bob Quigley's tanka Autumn's Death