A chiaroscuro
of charcoal clouds
masses in the East
to mob the morning sun
and blunt its light.
Sensing that Persephone
has packed her bags,
senescent leaves
fall like ancient Rome,
to reveal an empty nest.
Squirrels scurry
along bare branches,
securing their cache
of burnished chestnuts
against the coming dearth.
While Earth exhales,
and nights draw in,
mellow pumpkins grin.
Their fire-bright eyes
watch as the world grows thin.
John Walter Taylor
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27 March 2025
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