3 score and 10 takes us to the end of Autumn
Clinging on to the the vestiges, waiting for the cold dark days to arrive of Winter
A period of reflection , routine ,
Shutting down of mind and body
Serenity in actions
Slow and deliberate, conserving what we have left.
No final push
No Indian summer.
The summer has gone and post along with the youth of Spring
Picking through the chaff and stubble waiting for the moon to light the way to eternity
Rising in solemn orange
Calming the cool twilight
Illuminating the mists of vision and thought
The tiger in front of me
Sleek.
Powerful
Master of all he sees
Merciless,
has come
I’ve no chance
No negotiation
He will carry me lifeless through the door.
17/08/2024
22:10-22:55
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