The wintry mix
of icy winds
whisper on the neck
chilling the core
precipitating
punishing warm thoughts
evacuating autumn
quickly hurrying him out over night
whirling frigid freeze
dominating down
breat in the womb
and out the comfort
unwilling to adjust
to the change
the inside
mimic that which happens
outside
a desperate yen
to maintain
the summer inside
unable to shift
sadly, stuck
in shorts and a teeshirt
despite the evident
drop in temperature
wilting like seasons
languishing,
barely holding on
no longer able
to pretend
that things haven't changed
we mourn
the loss of creation
the loss of a dream
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