haystack charm

dear friends:

now is the time


for warm cider on chilled lips



reveling in the hush and sway of brittle stalks
as we shuffle through labyrinths of dry corn



shrouded in a cocoon of scarves
and mittens
and hats that bring out the color of our eyes






and wandering for hours beneath the moon
(hanging lustrous like a pearl on the throat of the inky, black night)





come, let's partake of all these autumnal joys


and get in a proper game of scrabble, while we're at it.

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Elliott Smith ~ Elliott Smith