can you hear Gaia sigh as she shakes
out her hair and prepares for winter’s nap,
shedding her last gaudy cloak in prolonged
glory? her jeweled mantle floats
to somnolence with the ease of long
practice. she bares her breast
– audacious –
afore the cleansing of Boreas’
howls.
do you catch the whisper
of a hum when woolly bears wriggle
in prognosticating bands? they march
to the drum of equinox’ recession
/rhythm immemorial/
cement their status in seasonal
lore. migrant flocks bring
horns to symphonic chorus
– clamorous –
while hawk oversees autumn
waning.
Read more of Aurora Phoenix’s writing at Insights from “Inside”
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A great sigh and many voices
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Thank you Bob!
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You’re welcome
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A beautifully crafted piece, Aurora.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome!
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