Autumn Morning

A poem of naked turning

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The earth turns her cheek

Toward the sun

And the season turns

Naked as a mother,

Naked as a son.

Without ceremony,

The leaves fall from the trees

And then come back, and fall again.

God Apollo, I am tired. I have been at this writing every day since the end of December, pushing, pushing, always pushing. Now I lie here naked as the mother in my poem, mind burnt away, not knowing when I will be able to continue my one purpose in life again. Thanks as always for reading.