October’s Needle
A crow on the porch
And a cat in my lap
The sky growing dark
And descending
A sigh on the wind
And a stab in my brain
This season could use
Bloody mending
-me

A crow on the porch
And a cat in my lap
The sky growing dark
And descending
A sigh on the wind
And a stab in my brain
This season could use
Bloody mending
-me
~ by April on September 17, 2021.
Posted in Body, Identity, Loss, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Autumn, Bloody, Dark, heart, Mending, Needle, October, Poetry, Season, Seasons, Stitching
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