(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#79)
Under darkened skies
Of depression even my
Shadow flees from me
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(#80)
Light devoid of warmth
Casts the moon as villainous
Skulking through the trees
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(#81)
Myths of ancient days
Etched in runes on ruined wood
Worm trails on old trees
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(#82)
Those cicadas know
What lies ahead is better
Than what’s left behind
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(#83)
Desiccated husks
Of bad memories remain
Rattle restlessly
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(#84)
Memories of lilac
Wild rose and hollyhock
Melancholy prose