Holly Ducarte

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Goodnight, Autumn

Foxtails sway to the drumbeat of fall and the leaves burn with fiery color
Flowers give their final breath; a eulogy of spring dew and summer sunbathing
Creeks weave around stone, preparing to be wrapped in a chilling embrace
Owls hoot over the canopy of the forest as the cuckoo clocks of time
The buzz of nature subsides to a hum, a lullaby to send itself into dreaming
Goodnight, Autumn

The aroma of spiced apples and raw pumpkin come from nearby towns and villages
Where children are dressed in knit scarves and wool mittens, playing in dry corn fields
The last round of laundry gets strung on the line by callused hands that tended garden
Ravens swarm the scarecrows until the farmer weilds the straw broom, dust billowing high
Stories about history, fairy tale, and fable, are told by the crackling fireplace until heads bob and lean back into chairs
Goodnight, Autumn

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Long Night

poetry-and-insomnia:

—for Isla Anderson

The night blew under the hills one day
and all the stars buried themselves in their graves

every candle stays un-lit in your new house
and you are bound to the dark

when you thought the moon came out
from behind the soot-like clouds

it wasn’t…