The season turns
On the imperceptible
Reddening of the hip
And the spider fattened
On the line, apparent
In clear September-time,
And leaf-fall’s tiredness,
Its threadbare
Tattered drift towards gold
And matter shed,
Released in the crispening
Of daylight.
Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016
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Oooh, you’ve captured the change of seasons wonderfully here. Great writing.
Thanks so much.
September captured perfectly!