A wounded women soaks into the trail.
It is fall and I can see her blood
in all the leaves and berries.
It’s her time of the year,
the season’s flowing into exhaustion.
Mother’s nurturing uterus is being cleansed
after heavy harvest;
it empties to the soil.
She drips to the ground
With all the leaves and berries.
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this is a very interesting take on fall: typically you would think of fall as a pretty season but I enjoy the death, bareness approach! very unique!
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