like autumn, now

like autumn, now, i breathe her in,

a pleasure sweet and sure —

she is the firstborn of my thoughts,

a primogeniture

of everything i hope to know

of love in life’s duration —

like autumn, she surrounds me now:

both excess and

privation

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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