foliaged branches
spring’s hideaway dusk to dawn ~
ballast of birdsong
The sun peeps today,
and the half-bare are foliaged like pole dancers.
Dot my frisky steps, the autumn is not dead
but giving alms to the sky.
Walk with me, but do not talk
I have to listen to what the leaf says
as it pollinates its own grave.
My god is smiling at the clouds
they are doing their job, and I mine;
we are all falling upwards.
Summer haze drifts,
azure sky glistens daffodil time.
In nature’s festive month aglow
every leaf turns a flower, umber and yellow.
The rustle of fluttering hues,
foliaged tune of whispering autumn,
I hear in the silence of color burst,
the symphony of auburn October.
October 5, 2019
Contest :October Contest 45 Or Less Words
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Don’t you agree with my ability
to loosen up on our times in no night ?
A river thing was flowing
through foliaged silence.
In deranged hour of the
neck tie, you throw up obscenity
on road. What ? Chicken hearted ?
Sickle cell anemia ?
Goat rioting before sacrifice:-
the tiny feet will drop from heaven
to walk in blood and bless you
for dispatching the head of unlove.
The night hawk butchers the hope,
if the baby owl cries again. Afraid,
I am going to take a flight
to yellowing moon.
Satish Verma
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