Mel and mal, but also miel
Cholic, or color
but also call
high and fast, piercing, a trill
a call to arms
a call to listen for
call me sometime.
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The sun illuminates through leaves
no shade, only luminous underbellies
reflecting gold, scarlet, sap yellow onto
the spade green violets' pages
curly dock, stemmed groupings of chocolate mint.
Honey. None here.
Melancholy. Maybe.
The crunch and petrichor
of last year's bodies
a soft dusting of gray under
the verdant call of crown, arm, bush.
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Autumn as a feeling sprouting in the miasma of
the seeds of spring.
Prima. Vera.
First light and life,
taken clumsily by hard footfall and ravenous chewing
our cud the color of honey, but
opaque
beige
dusty
death.