Cratered apples loll,pillowed on browning fescuebetween tilting slates,harvest feast for hungry wormsin a forgotten graveyard.
I brake for birds flying overhead in a flock,deciding whether to stay or go.
In a world turned on its head,Woodsmoke falls from chimneys,Canopy becomes carpet,Night surpasses day.
Drunken robbersbrowse forgotten apples,Sweetness and deathin a fescued graveyard. Aster constellationspierce shrouding mists…