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Can You Feel Her In The Air?
Lining the bed in flannel
a chill has come
The passages of skin
fading into
longer dresses
and sleeved arms
Layers upon the geography
bodies cloaked
for the return of Autumn.
Her cool breath,
alleviating the humidity
collecting in the pits
She has her own spells to cast.
a chill has come
The passages of skin
fading into
longer dresses
and sleeved arms
Layers upon the geography
bodies cloaked
for the return of Autumn.
Her cool breath,
alleviating the humidity
collecting in the pits
She has her own spells to cast.
Published 27th Sep 2018
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Anonymous
27th Sep 2018 1:21am
Beautiful chant in honor of the autumn season. Truly depicted in its beauty as the agent that transforms all living things. Graciously said dear Tenderloin. J.
27th Sep 2018 1:27am
Beautiful comment! Thank you for getting this write. She is a season who continually mystifies.
Anonymous
27th Sep 2018 1:30am
I am grateful to you for reminding us that beauty is nature's first prerogative. J
27th Sep 2018 11:49am
And oh my, what a beautiful spell she casts! The senses are charged with her mystical glows. My soul pines all year for her. What a lovely tribute, Tenderloin.
28th Sep 2018 11:21am
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