I see the changes

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Fly Amanita’s are tempting the Cedars,
their red-bonnets beckon like poisoned Sonnets.

Chestnuts crackle underfoot
a smoking pyre refuses to flame,
stoked and stacked the leaves stay put
their golden death embalmed by rain.

My footsteps follow on Autumns path
though somehow it is I in shadow,
there is poison and there is life renewed
with every step inspired, imbued.


© Wolfgar 2019

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