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October stands in Vertebrae
by Phibby Venable
October stands in vertebrae,
the mountain skeletal with reach,
diminished greenery leaves the sketch,
as colors fall beyond regret.
All the strong reduce to bone
to crumble near the mountain's stone,
cool and unexpressive face.
Nothing here I find, can last.
The mountain changes, rivulets small,
rearrange the landscape's wall;
Till I am whispering on and on,
Nothing here lasts long at all.
In my eternal hope for Spring
I linger on the smallest things;
The green that struggles on the rock,
the song the loon found in the dark.
Still, all in all, the vertebrae -
October lines up to display,
is too much realist, bare and cold,
with colors shivering from her clothes.
2001- 2012, Quill & Parchment
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