September Smile
Here in the Sun, Spring is receding
Winter is born in me
Your witchcraft besets me
The cold glazes my eyes
The green glares white
The clouds are cemented
There we are again
Longing for the equinox of our intentions
Pull me forward from this
Push me back into us
Divide me from this discontent
Shake this frost
Warm my bones with a September smile
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