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Poem: October’s First Saturday

Shortly before the eruption of dawn
my warm cloaked body
stepped
from a north faced door.

The bluest sky encased me,
two bulbed lights
(the final from a star lit night)
filled my upper space.

Beneath them, across a field,
one bare leafed tree
stood anchored
among boasting, rustic coloured leaves,
(soon, the same as he).

Amid Jupiter’s’ watch,
my boot filled feet
crunched across
the first of autumn frost.

Pausing,
I placed a palm of hand
atop a frozen blade of grass,
it’s ice chilled white
piercing through
my pinking skin.

Sun gleamed rays
tinted
from a line of trees…
autumn night
turned
to coloured light.

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