#amwriting #sketchbook #poem #poetry - mauve in the leaves

It is with mild surprise, I see again
th mauve of leaves
in autumnal trees. The yearly refrain
of knotted hankies left knot free
as once more I have forgotten to remember
to learn the names. I shuffle a few
shapes in the deck: clubs of oaks
and diamond and spades but...

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Perhaps this is how death feels
when learning of your demise ou gatecarsh
our funeral to read a mish-mas of names
that somehow connect. The nail-bashers
come to check, the cheque-cashers come to pry,
the remnants of fumbles, and those for whom
in a moment of good will received good turn
repaid in turn. Odd to see the sun
jagged between clouds, low and cold
setting not so high as to matter now.
Not that the children spinning on the round-a-bout
will understand; obsessed as they are
with other concerns.

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It is with mild surprise, I see again
the mauve tinted leaves
throughout autumnal trees. A yearly refrain
of knotted hankies, left knot free,
as once more I have carelessly forgotten
to remember to learn the names. Perhaps
this is how death feels. When in your demise
you gatecrash your funeral.