Autumn, she was a lanky thing

with arms like daddies legs

and hair that flown as fine string

looming down upon the dredge,

she moves in through the shadow

of every creaking tree

seeking out the love she lost

for the day she will call free,

as light flashes the dark

she moves in angled strays

dark around her cursing lips

her knuckles broke in pray,

screams can be heard

all along the edge

the place where she does wander

tipping a delicate ledge,

so there she is behind you

watching your wanton soul

easing you to falter

like the tip of a falling crow.

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