Through the six shades of my window
an eerie breeze channels the naked oak,
mood swing of season rally at the glass
while dead leaves drift from battlements high.
I see clouds with scarlet chambers
tunneling to earth on he wings of rain,
as leaves fluster in the Autimn’s cold breath
like bloodspots under a canvas of blue.
Lapping at the back step a blood leaf
above streams of bruised apple cores,
straying to the doormat’s spillage of lightÂ
like a moth that hunts the glowing bulb.
When armour from the wind does soften
behind rain a desert of auburn shines,
the storm hovers in collapsed skies
as Autumn revives its dark evening chill.
MJ DUGGAN.
Brilliantly written. I can spot them a mile away. All the rest out there don’t compare in this moment. ~thefox
Such evocative language, making me feel the mood…see the scapes!