16 November 2017



Bleak September rain 
     washes away the end of Summer…
Damp, Barber winds bluster and 
     carry away warm Summer breezes…
The hastening dance of days
     runs ever shorter in fall of Autumn color
Brittle, dry, crackling leaves 
     fly, dance, shutter, and fall…
Fragile, crumbling refuse 
     of warmer, brighter days.

Cold winds blow,
     snaking round every corner…
Swirling, seeping, sneaking
     into every chilly nook and bower…
Breathing frigid fractals
     ‘pon the frosted windowpane…
Slithering, plundering warmth 
     and weak, dreary daylight…
From hyperboreal frozen,
     merciless, snowbound nights.

Winds howl and souls cower
     ‘neath the crawling, creeping glacial rictus…
Buried in the icy grip 
     of desolate, frozen Winter.

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 12 September 2014

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