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from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires  
huddled close
pinned to the chill air

a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red

the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless 

a breeze worries the boughs 
stokes the hanging flames into quivering  
renegade ambers

a slow burn resumes

accompanied by a susurrus of sighs 
a dirge for a season

and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 9/16/2018 6:37:00 AM
An absolute feast of a poem Bernard. A fave. Lovely to read you my friend! xomo
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Bernard Chan
Date: 9/16/2018 7:43:00 AM
Thank you for another lovely comment, Maureen. I can't overstate my appreciation :)