seizure of bones
in the former eighth moon
rigid frigid moment
encased in the thin
mirror glazed on
the pavement last night
air taking flight
off the wide white plains
in the wintry west
it pushes its way through
leaving no thought
of warmth but hope
children fall asleep
their vivid faces fading
with the passing
of the chilling thief
lurking in the first light
shining down from heaven
southerners take refuge
in the abode's heated
arms rescuing them
from certain rapture
only achieved by succumbing
to the ultimate retrieval
wet clothes decorate
the stretched twine
bearing goosebumps if
they only could
while painting angel feathers
commences in this reality of fall
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