A Murder of Wishes

Autumn’s leaves cling
Like a murder of wishes
Or a handful of dreams while
Above, crow clouds rehearse
This hour of my unease for
A compass of that conviction

Winter’s leaves lie shorn
As a hunger unredeemed
Or a burden split in two while
Below, roots wither
Those years of aspiration and
That ruin of unspoken fictions

Spring’s leaves hesitate
Beneath a mask contrived of snow
Or a veil shaped of sinew while
Around, their footsteps circle
These delusions born of bone and
Those memories made of madness

Summer’s leaves unleash
Upon this oak’s naive crown
A savage wind’s last word while
Within, crows mutter for
These pallid ashes to come to be
This obligation’s undying

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