Challenge
the most hurtful words they said to you
Shuttered Doors and Windows
the forecast
called for frost
as
shortened days
brought
autumn near.
a chill
embraced the night:
one kiss of death
as dawn appeared.
the harvest-moon,
still sleeping,
’top a bed
of golden hay,
to punctuate
your leaving
&
the last words
you
would
say.
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