Omniscient spring leaves
young lovers in the treetops
Thieves prey in the dark
Stars of summer nights
dangle bugs in our eyes
on translucent strings
Autumn wears a hat
not for shade not for warmth
just to eat under
Moonlight in winter
spin the songs of lonely wolves
into a blanket
A clash of nature
Civilization: Raccoon
picking in my trash
Anticipating
Autumn chilled air, yellow leaves
Sausage, mustard, beer
Grape, a thousand rows
Threadbare cane in harvest leaves
warm fermenting nights
Setting clouds aflame
Wait on pre-eve ritual
Colored by the sun
In the quiet dawn
the angles of the sun speak
like Pythagoras
In the quiet dawn
bacon in a hot skillet
prepare men for war
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