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Poem: October’s First Saturday

Shortly before the eruption of dawn
my warm cloaked body
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.

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
from a line of trees…
autumn night
to coloured light.