Monday, October 4, 2010

Phantasmagoria

 Twisting my way
into a dark jungle

pushing past awkward and wild.

As a valiant oak offers
cool shade
from the blistering sun.

Long forgotten leaves
surrender their hold
fall away
and expose old scars.

Submissive browns
reconciled reds and oranges
long-suffering yellows
raked and
heaped into piles
ready to finally
appease the gods.

A kaleidoscope

briefly
soothing the ache
that gnaws

like a fungus
mushrooming
white circles on the lawn.

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