Autumn Dusk

the darkness pulses
the drumbeat of a heart
deep in its forest
the trees clutching
at the sky
by the saw-toothed branches
shedding their leaves
for another year
the crunch of
the skeletal
gold and crimsom
sounds out underfoot
as we run to the safety
of the inviting dawn
only visible in the distance
as dusk passes over the day

(for Maggie)

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