A Juncture

I feel the world darkening,

Beneath this rising moon.

Transitions between the stars above,

Track maps far below.

Feel a tilt round this churning rock,

As cool seeps deep within.

Groan you may upon changing tides,

But at this juncture, I can only grin.

Embrace each leaf as its color falls

to the twisting wind.

-M.E. InkOwl

 


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