Poem – AS WE BURN

AS WE BURN   On a day in mid September Overcast like dark December I find myself unwilling member To latent ever-burning embers, Amidst the calls of songbirds tender,   Smothering the sky above. Boughed on oak, there flits a dove, A glinting greydrawn whisper of This hazy, foggy, misty...

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