autumn poem

Grot among root
Still thaw
But the chill
Crawls a glimmer
Dawn dark’s cold
Hasten and haze
Hill line’s blurr

Ground brown
Seed furred
Branch flare
Splay to orange
Ochre and flange
Year’s fit
Now for fire

Marrickville, 8am, 4 May


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