Foliar Folly
Jilted, by Selfish Summer.
Foolishly parading in vibrant green,
Nut-studded and heavily seasoned.
Blind to the perfunctory kiss
Of an unfaithful sun.
Chilled with clues,
In the short, tipping days
Of lying light.
Always, the last to know.
Drowning in deciduous distress,
Fall-flushed and fast fading.
Tricked and tripped
By a heartless breeze.
Silenced by the drift,
On a slowly, scribbled path
Of dying flight.
Martin Hodges
Posted over on his site Square Sunshine
Listed as #65 over on Magpie Tales 35
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