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
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