the fields how they turn
from gold and fallow
lush. we let a yawn the crack of dawn
wrap ourselves in blankets
wool the usual layers
had no pull
we kept warm with dance and
song. you need not read a book
to know love needs no push
to grow
#katyamills
hot to cold you turned so
quickly i wondered what
i did. turns out your turning
cold then hot then cold
was mood seasonal and
by consensus often
inexplicable
#katyamills
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| ‘precious dawn’ by k |
the last polite evening has come and gone
august given away by september
fade to dawn
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| ‘see’ by k |
K IS SILENT 