Granny’s Porch

I barely remember seeing the night,

Like an old, dry Autumn

Not going away.

 

Help me turn this knob,

Sliding back,

To the waiting moon,

Eating at sunset’s table.

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Let us turn this season,

Facing the wind:

Fading, 

Faltering,

Disappeared.

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Now come help us mend this place,

Spilling our anxious tears as one,

To gently warm this evening.