autumn blaze away (and next year be a blast)

cold november mist

dissolving trees in fields of

smudged, frozen furrows

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there I go dissolving back into my past

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dim sky shrinks to specks

of spattered grey, behind which,

rumours of daylight

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lurk, blacked-out memories

of blue, spillage of cold sun

flown, fleeting ashes

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half-forgotten burned-out futures (some flames could be relit perhaps at last)

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a breeze to kindle

sparks of pale years’ sunken fire—

blaze up this autumn

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O autumn please just blaze away (and next year be a blast)

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Freddie Omm

December 2022