Maths on the Wet River's Edge
All around the village today
Autumn masters its symptoms
And forges them into a frown
Loitering leaves consider
Whether the moment has come
To spend seconds in free fall
Or to cling on
Until the silent signals manifest
And cause the leaf to dance
It has become too obvious
As I walk my regular way,that
The magnificence of russets
Of ochres, of burnt oranges
Evolves now only
Into this damp sludgey squib of a season
A time of withdrawal
Of broody mooding
Of sofas and blankets
Of not moving much
Of reminiscing of summer skinny dipping
And long glances across the wet rock edges
To that beautiful bear of a man
Who glanced also
And stirred the summer breeze
That caught my breath so tight
And I, like the leaf considered
The adrenalin of freefall
Of surrendering to the correlation
Of summer
And its heady convincing lies
This man was offering here
To me in a single glance
The chance to come unhinged
The notion of lythe limbs
Of course I shouldn't look again
Because Summer makes fools consider equations
When all that I could offer really
Was the certain square root of naught
Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2016-11-22 at 00:21




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