Auburn grove

The burning shadow on the ground Freckled skin, fallen,drowned Circle still shall the auburn grove And the roaring engines' hasty drove.

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Sunspots

Freckled sunlight in the dark Fading cosmos,the dead sky lark Heaving steps,muffled breath A colony of ants, spinning to death.

Cold feet

Cold feet under a frosty skyline Fallen near a smoky kiln The powdered ground under the feet And the mute alarm of a heartbeat Perhaps the weather,perhaps a friend Either together must pretend And you must do your bidding still Should they tether you ,with your goodwill.