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,
stashing their cache
of burnished chestnuts
to guard against
the coming dearth.
While Earth exhales,
and nights draw in,
mellow pumpkins grin
beneath a harvest moonrise,
their fire-bright eyes
watch as the world grows thin.
John Walter Taylor
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27 March 2025
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