Equinox is Truth
By Pat G
False as autumn's heat so deep in winter's shadow Holograms that meet and waiver in my window. Swaying silhouettes in swirls of dust and sorrow. Drying stalks regret their loss of green tomorrow. Mid cold gravel's crunch, the tap of sash and curtain, sullied grasses hunch concede to what is certain. Equinox is truth as witnessed by the willow once honeyed strips of youth in constant flux and billow. (North winds whisper words one breath past understanding of this earth bound soul) Would this wind could write and liberate the words, that here with winter's bite old wooden chimes have stirred Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 08:47 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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"False as autumn's heat..."