First created: November 5th, 2024 (Poems 1+2)
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November 5th, 2024 (Poem 1) | November 16th, 2024 (Poem 2)
gale-force dawn,
an autumn morn's yawn,
a floodgate of the heavens, yawed open,
and the torrent that follows.
ochre leaves clung desperately to wispy branches,
palpable precipitation pelting passerby from on-high,
white-water waves churning and roiling, as
thick fog hovers silent, consuming the horizon.
rain, like god-tears,
our worst fears, our best years,
chirping birds on palisades,
saccharine songs, foregone days.
postscript: I wrote the second one as a start to a short story I'd been working on a couple weeks for my fiction writing seminar final, submitted that to my university's literary magazine but if it doesn't make it there I might consider uploading it here.