The Circle Nears Completion

September 19, 2008
By Anonymous

All around the leaves are centering

Up there. On here.
The grass is exiting

Down there, frost is entering.
A group gives muse-like
Sitting on carved plants.
They hold bent metal.
Notes scurry like ants.
A harsh wind blows fast.
Stealing breath, giving chase
To small, quick children.
Life holding holes carry life-giving liquid.
Matter slows and torpid life drifts.
Slowing, spinning and swirling in a suspending
Substance of strength and silence,
Satirizing the small civilization so sorrowfully standing
Solely on smoke and smells.
Melts flow down dells,
Fleeing cold hells
And icy bells.
A cold vice,
A grip of indifference,
Readies its cruel grip.
Slowly stifling everything.
Lying until the circle closes.


The author's comments:
I'm from New England an I have always loved the colors of fall.

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