a twisted trail

a twisted trail amid the woods,
a path to fall adventure —
escape from summer’s dreary gaze,
and winter’s cold indenture
the leaves are scattered far and wide,
and all around the track;
the daylight will be fading soon,
and we’ll be headed back
a twisted trail amid the gold,
the orange, and the green —
the glory that is just outside,
but all-too rarely

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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