Not a leaf as relief from the naked season
Sapped of former lustre the fullheaded were strapping as saplings
Each thing in its season, springing forth wintering down
Sometimes emerging and sometimes not
No more trips after the first frost
The undressed world
How the round of the hills crystalled with frost ruddies watching cheeks
Bare breast of morning, unlaced corset ivory below
Milk of dawn opium to exonerate yesterday
Uncounted magpies will not stir from their chosen branches
Unmoved abacus beads consider infinity, awaiting encounter with the counter
Neon sound of prolonged note, fidgeter’s heaven of pushed down key.
Alchemisland 
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