Addendum

November lies

in scraps and tatters

raked by the wind 

 

shrines fill

with dead leaves

in icy moonlight 

 

what god monitors

this dark chill path





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-09 at 03:08

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Sameen here. What an ending! So few words, but words so carefully chosen as to make this nothing but a gem.
Blessings, Allen
2023-11-09


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
FUCK

that last couplet

FUCK

So good.

one of your best
one of your best
2023-11-09