Thursday, 17 November 2011
Death, attired as a Red Admiral
leaning into the evening waits:
stubborn, resisting, temporary.
Ghosts, anticipating summer’s demise
- days decked with the magnificence of foliage -
return for the funeral procession, suited up
in silence and yellow autumn scars.
A trembling cloth of dry, neutral leaves
slow burning, falls, transforming earth’s colour.
© Sophia Roberts
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