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Autumn – Linked Shadormas
Autumn comes,
with an easterly
wind; which blows
gold, ombre-
coloured leaves to the frosted ground.
She beats her own drum.
She brings the
chill in the air, mist
with the dawn.
With evening
gloom, when the veil is thinnest,
Samhain ancestors.
Her rhythm
is a dancer's best.
Her drum draws;
the winds that
blow, storm-like until the trees
are so skeletal.
They reach up
with their tree-like arms
waiting for
winter's snow-
cold kiss. When he comes, she goes
with a final flourish!
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2024
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