how many mornings
does the light say apocalypse
when the colours of the autumn trees
freeze mid fall
glow like needles through the window
into a darkening room
tomb-like in its rapture
frozen mid thought of
what if ...
but of course the sun comes out
it was only a shower
i know that spring follows winter
the breeze stirs
the sky lightens
and i return to thoughts of the sea
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