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  • Fabergé Warland-Edge

Auburn Kisses and Frost Bites

Auburn kisses on the fingertips of branches

Shine like the ribbon in a girl's frayed plait.

They are the autumn stars of the reachable sky

That fall, creating a ballroom of constellations at our feet.

This seasonal confetti, celebrating rebirth,

Rides the waters below, forming small islands and

Freckling the surface like sun-soaked skin.

A bird of coal breaks the air.

Its shadow-like form swallows all colour,

Like spilled ink on a finished canvas,

Mingling with the paint of blood red leaves.

The stars dim, the ponds still,

The air cracks as the grass turns to needles.

The Hungry Winter bares its teeth ready to bite.


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