they oxcart me
into deep wood
to cover me
with leaves
"a blanket,"
they say
"to keep you
warm at night,"
they say
before they
drift off in
the way of
autumn maple,
scarlet against
the frost
it is the guilt
that makes
them so
but
this is where
i belong.
Category: poetry
oyasute
what love is
Photo by Mark Timberlake on Unsplash love is rainfall
autumn & leaf
flint striking
steel skies grey
that is what love is
love is loam in
perfume & moss
drinking in the
shadowplayed sunlight
that is what love is
love is graveled
voice & black feathers
granting passage high
in the cedar trees
that is what love is
a name like winter
on a moonless night
a kiss of frost in passing
that is what love isbroken nice
i do not
want to nice today
my nice is broken
and makes mean
sounds like a killer bee
crossed with zombie —
the fast ones, not slow
— and my smile
is more frowny
my eyes gone slanty
and i am tired of
this show
i am ready
to wander to wood
and just wait there
for the snows
because my nice
is 100% broken
and my mood
just blows.she winters
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growing colder
as nights draw longer
she ice shaves scrape
her nails white & blue
alone in
her crystal room
to ash her hair
at least none dare
to slip beyond
the chill
because here is where
she winters
and winter here
she does stillhere, we rain
two colour eyes true
after summer and ash
held hands in floodlands
and twin river above
there, redwing lingers
dancing cattails
and dragonflies
smelling of wet leaves
before the frost
here, we rainwith night
Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com lips curve the crest of breast
jasper ocean eyes to drown
carving thigh lace with night
wordless of the wind sigh
for fingertipped dew glides
riding of the moon with nightoh dear, i’m late
Photo by Anthony DeRosa on Pexels.com tick tock
with cogs and clock
with arms a'
spinning and whirling
don't lose your head
or you'll wind up dead
with fingers gone
stiff and curlingask
Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com asking the wrong questions
if only we could
take them back
and ask the answers
instead
blind to deaf
my mute mouth moves
in time to raindrops
on summer's hot
metal roof
waiting to forget
all that i sought
to knownightmare fuel
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash grundylocks and grimley
gone running through the green
chasing after unicorns in
the backyard of childhood dreams
waving with their hacksaws
and their axes and their gonnes
grind a horn to tincture, say they
to drink to gruesome songspop
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash gather bones
gather leaves
gather poppets
gather strings
pop cracks stone
dancing fire
dancing sparks
dancing poppets
dancing leaves
