Autumn
….. is mortally wounded!
It sways, strays
across the silken sky
quivering over rusty hedges
shivering through shouldered trees,
splattering, smattering
everything in blood-red.
On it stumbles,
On it tumbles
shivering over the valleys
spearing through the trees
smearing the water blood-red
while the ground offers no sympathy
just a hardened, frigid face.
On it goes,
On it flows
gasping and grasping
at clouds of bandages,
hobbling towards the horizon,
haemorrhaging life
in crimson splashes.
While winter,
no ceremony
nor propriety,
just the sly smile
of an Arctic fox,
coldly awaits October’s
shredded, dreaded last breath!
Autumn
….. is mortally wounded!
It stumbles, tumbles
across the silken, rouged sky
quivering over rusted hedges
shivering through shouldered trees,
splattering, smattering
everything in blood-red.
On it goes, on it flows
gasping and grasping
at clouds of bandages,
hobbling, wobbling
suffering deep gashes;
haemorrhaging life
in crimson splashes.
While winter;
with the sly smile
of an Arctic fox,
coldheartedly waits for autumn’s
shredded, dreaded last breath!
Ian Souter 2025
sly chameleon
resting on frozen wasteland ~
roaming arctic fox
When
Amid
Warmest of outfits
I
Shiver in cold...
The urchin
In meager rags
Bear foot;
The old lady -
Less of human and
More of a skeleton -
Walking in search for food;
The laborers
Risking the chilly cold
Work to both the ends meet...
These are like
Alyssa or Aster
And winter orchids
Or
Arctic fox or bear or hare
Spiritually strong creature rare
Greater beings of Mother-Nature...
17 December 2021
quick, sly Arctic fox
unseen in North Pole tundra ~
perfect camouflage
Date written: 12/15/2021
The missing link of their humanity
got replaced by Neolithic bonds,
uncivilized howls of cruelty
Crucifixion affliction in iron lung demand;
release the wolf, kill the Lamb
Many Stone Age hearts
numbed by the touch of their Ice Age hand
Shrill vocal vote count,
Pliocene election in rudimentary action
Selection process yield feral satisfaction,
innocent blood amount
Such hollow compassion,
an enamel mirage
Arctic fox visage
smiles in frozen fashion
Spiritual dementia!
Void choice cast with null gravity,
causes grey matter to serpentine tongue wither
from Paradise entropy
Moral absentia,
such a soulless endeavor, verily
Golgotha roll call was a Leviathan ballot slither:
Double helix cross of savagery
The most ungodly deed
recorded in history —
Ancient voices on an apocalyptic trajectory
The stench of Praetorium sin,
echoed by those
who primordial breathe
7-4-21
An antelope at the zoo’s gala
Stuck both horns right through a koala
He skewered an ox
And one Arctic fox
They now call him Vlad the impala
Autumn Lofty Living Hues
Autumn's tall leafy live hues
cardinal oaks monarch elms
goldfinch palms arctic fox birch
tiger hid smoke trees
***Syllabically; 7775
2020 September 30
*1st Place*
Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu
~~Constance La France
Release
I was in the arctic.
Those frozen forests of Alaska.
North of Fairbanks,
in the wild Yukon.
It was night,
and the moon shown,
on the white, bright snow.
Everything had a light, blue glow.
It was cold,
minus 60 degrees,
and I prayed to God,
for a sign to go.
I needed a change,
a new life, a way
to go. A way to escape,
the life I was in.
I no longer cared.
I no longer tried.
I no longer lived.
It no longer mattered.
Then, something drew my gaze.
I cannot say what.
There was nothing there.
But, I knew it would appear.
And before it came,
I was excited to see.
Ready for whatever was
coming; ready for it to be.
And there it was!
An Arctic Fox appeared
on a small mound before me.
And he watched me, as I watched him.
And I knew in that instant I was free.
Free to go. Free to flow.
Free to die. Free to flee.
It was ok. God was with me.
freelifeblog.art.blog/2020/05/19/release/
white arctic fox hunts
treeless snow covered tundra
perfect camouflage
terrestrial view
native Iceland arctic fox
a pure white to see
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