grotesque El Greco oaks sprawl this quieted land. Fall does not taper into winter here; but ends abruptly, like a clock struck, the sun pending like the last apple of autumn.
M. Taylor
This article appears in The 25 Days of Crustmas.
grotesque El Greco oaks sprawl this quieted land. Fall does not taper into winter here; but ends abruptly, like a clock struck, the sun pending like the last apple of autumn.
M. Taylor
This article appears in The 25 Days of Crustmas.
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Nice poem, rich with fine images. Love the last apple ending.