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That's a long gap without posting. My apologies to any of my readers who've still stuck around.
So hello again. I shall try to avoid being such a rubbish blogger. Let's get going again with a shiny new poem. Not very seasonal but I promise it is recent.

Dryad

I always thought that autumn days were kind.
A golden cadence lights the evening sky.
Amid this blaze, I thought I would not mind,
The wind that howls through my,
Thin skin and frozen bones
And like a long-lost spirit, softly moans.

The bronzed corpses of leaves beneath my boots;
A carpet that crackles with curled up forms,
That lie among the thick and tangled roots.
Debris of seasons’ storms.
Love letters of the trees,
Carried trailing and listless on the breeze.