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Exits and Entrances


 
 
 
 
barn-door
 
 
 
Autumn stood at the crossroads
 
Wearing a golden coat of plenty
 
Giving a last look at the year
 
Surrounded by a shallow mist
 
A russet door stood ajar
 
Then burst off its hinges
 
Remnants of leaves took flight
 
Autumn’s residue trampled by
 
A darkling thug
 
A braggart and thief made
 
Its entrance
 
Faceless and hooded
 
Breathing frosted air
 
Hands of cold compressed steel
 
That held the dying autumn
 
By the throat
 
This mellow boy gasped
 
His November smile slid
 
Into the deadly snarl of
 
December
 
Dark shortened days of
 
December
 
Winter stood with autumn
 
In his arms
 
Hues of faded reds and
 
Tainted greens bled slowly
 
From the fallen season.
 
 
Stephen Holloway.
 
 
 
 
• I like to walk and notice the change in seasons.  Using human form to depict the autumn and winter gave me some scope to see them as the frail disappearing season of beautiful hues, and the brash, bullying season of darkness and chill – making a terrifying entrance.
 
 
 
 

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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