September Morning - Poem by Andy Allan
On the shredded edge of vision,
rain-curtains pound the sodden earth.
Bough-shadows flail in gloom,
dim-grey is wrung from darkness.
No creature stirs.
Autumn air howls cruel-delight
through murk and spray.
Chaotic currents wrench at lifeless leaves,
revelling in Summer's doom.
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