summer settles
a golden bear to slumber,
bees lost to darkening etherlike secret prayer -
summer faces her fate with grace
winter hovers
on the precipice -
concise indigo sky
punctured by stars of ember
and moon, a silver scythe
winter hesitates
stunned by insolent leaves
and seductive bonfires,
enthralled by tender deer
and the fox that is autumn
this is the season loved best
by poet, shaman, and farmer -
this is the brisk jig
before the deep sleep
by k.j. o’shea
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The Succubus
Almost over night it happened.
The change occurred.
The yellow came.
Something is sucking the green from my lush jungle, leaving in its wake a wounded forest.
The trees that stood so proudly all summer guarding and embracing my hilltop paradise are now withering and wearing the rags of fallen warriors.
Orange and yellow adorn these proud giants where only yesterday their emerald armors gave shelter to the creatures of my land.
They may still stand strong.
But soon, they'll stand naked.
These molestations seem to coincide with the chilling of the night.
That's when "she" comes to prey.
To rape the honor of her victims and suck their life into her cold belly.
The only witness, a full, but silent Moon.
I am safe in my castle, for now, but it is a rude awakening.
A subtle reminder of what must be done.
Time is running out.
There are still things I must do.
Preparations to be made...
If I want to be ready for winter.
---Jim Dandy, October 18, 2005
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