Poem: Leaving Autumn

every window opens with the right blade
I let you in my grain

                                  dark home
                            and now regret the light
you let in & left
                            me with only filters
to turn sky sepia
                             and the leaves
                               which will soon fall

written in response to Mag 36

a photograph of a dark wood panel in a door opening to the outside, revealing sepia-toned trees

Magpie Tales Stamp

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