Autumn Umbrage

Autumn umbrage, autumn umbra,
Grey and brown and brittle barren,
Arms stretched up to what was Heaven
Bring back the sun!
Make warm the air!
A cursed prayer
Auger ill.

Chill and smoke instead descend
Like big black boots
Kicking around and trampling down
What would be spared in blossom.
Crackling leaves, withered hopes,
Nothing sings, nothing grows.
Autumn umbrage, autumn umbra,
Auger ill, auger ill.

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Daniel "Dutch" Priest currenty resides in Sherman Oaks, California.