Autumn
There were demons in her lightning
plunging across a midnight sky
she smelled of death and winter
and relentlessly did she cry
Summer was lost in an instant
no warming or whisper to confide
mother was more than a mother
leaving the children to seek and hide
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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