Near winter
White blankets upon the land:
Icy warm, smooth and crunchy
White blankets upon the land:
Icy warm, smooth and crunchy
Leaves
Dregs of satisfaction hanging like frosted breath;
Dregs of satisfaction hanging like frosted breath;
Pure and refined
'Neath entombed twigs with clear casted wigs:
Their armor
Frozen decay
None proceeding 'till damp melted spring
Rotted amour
Stems splendent growth
Scented blossoming death from death
Rotted amour
Stems splendent growth
Scented blossoming death from death
Change and life, only to fade and die
The wheel turns
The wheel turns
So much distraction for meaning
Fooled and helpless folk eking out
Stupid fawns amazed and gleeful;
Climbing higher, the tendril beanstalks running for the sun
Brown and dead by summer's end,
When baited brewing transforms:
Wine. . .
When baited brewing transforms:
Wine. . .
Come, come awaited oblivion
–by Julie O./ Ember Elektra
November 30, 2014