Autumn Afternoon
Something catches my eye
flashing between the skeleton trees
in the eldritch light.
A background hum
unsettles my being.
Breeze-blown strands
obscure my vision momentarily
and in the clearing I stand alone
Or am I?
A solitary ink-black crow
calls above cracking the air.
The echo returns eerily through
the gold-tinged remaining leaves;
still a visual treat.
My velvet collar turned up
fails to keep out the familiar shiver.
Something waiting to occur?
I am chilled to the bone.
Red devil horns flash in the
late sunlight, blonde curls dance
as she runs laughing away from me.
And I wonder did I see her or was
she just a trick of the Autumnal light?
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