Five magpies
hold a board meeting
black and white rules
bosses all
Black and blue bins
full of themselves
refuse and reuse
march two by two
to the curb
Can you smell the peach
compote in the pink morning
or is it over-ripe apples
as they lose their grip and fall?
Green blades gather on golf links
freeze at the frosty command
of the cold killer
yellow bellied leaves tremble
fall faint to the ground
I walk with a long shadow
urge October to throw coal on the sun
wait for winter's white wonder
dream of a Christmas beach
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