Autumn, English Beat Poetry

Autumn sunsets on doors
Of Summer dreams
Time of change
Ducks and windswept debris
Floating down swollen streams
Rolled gold on a forest floor
All on my brain
As I lean against
This age old
Gale torn tree
The sky above
Impossibly blue
Possibly not
Indifferent to
My fate
A poet's ghost
Soaking in this scene
As spritely squirrels
With long genetic memories
Furtively spy
Into my mind space
Considering
The domesticated bliss
Of future generations
I sit here and know
The time to go
Was months past
And through the alcohol
In my system I can feel
This scene sending shivers
Of cold and poetry
Running through this river
Of nature's chilled blood
Rising out of bushes
And alcohol soaked reveries
In days to come
Like vicious chimeras
Demanding that something
Prosper in the Autumnal
Wilderness
So this requiem exists
For those three days
Of drunken haze
Also the next ten
Spent waiting
To repeat the same
Mistakes again

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