Evening - early autumn
Jena Woodhouse
A yellow pyre
farewells the sun
as it drops
leaf-like
out of sight;
stencil trees'
sap fails to rise;
the Moon, remote
as dead men's eyes,
ascends
where desiccated paddocks
feel the frost's first bite.
© Copyright:
Jena Woodhouse
, 2006
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