in autumn time
leaves melted
dripping down,
catching in our hair
golden sugar droplets
in ceaseless cascade,
hand in hand
only cool air between us
birds gave last song
before the encroaching winter
i could look to my side
see her and still know
the reason for my breath
and last two decades,
it was a leap
as great as a stags
that my heart did,
clasping hand tighter
reassurance that all this
was permanent
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winters fold
sticky beaked crow
raucous over winter berries,
as i ran on frosted ground
grass unlikely to bend
silvered instead of green,
clouds would shake
their snow soon
blanketing and forming
a soft landscape for me
in snow,
i was protected
the chill and damp
reddened eyes and nose,
sticky beaked crow
a shadow on the ground
lengthening under a low sun,
my shadow would be longer
one day,
for now i was content
to lay upon my back
feeling spread of arms and legs
as i be came an angel
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