Sonnet © 2020 Matthew de Lacey Davidson
Do you remember how perfectthe orchard was, that day,when an amber sun was day drunk,sloppy-kissing treetops as we walkedbeneath a…
The trees grow barrenTossing yellow and redLeaves to the ground,Gently fighting…
I am autumn
at home in decomposition
for Zev
Not the shy voice was stirring.
Autumn’s border not quite crossed,but a chill spins in.Implacable goose captains leadhonking squadrons to bomb Mexico…
A chill snakes its way through cracks of windows, forgot,‘neath spaces of old, creaky doors, wisping, weavingits…