Ghost Ride

resurrection

Sometimes,

in this season

of dying and farewells,

even the broken,

the rusted,

the rejected

are touched by magic,

garlanded in lights

and flowers,

resurrected

and honoured

among fallen leaves.

 

Hereabouts

autumn ghosts

still peddle summer,

wheeling and whistling

through

the tenuous sunlight

of October streets.

 

Photo and Poem by Clinock

Autumn Resurrection

Resurrectionsometimes, even

in the season

of dying and farewells

the broken,

the rusted,

the rejected

are touched by magic,

resurrected,

garlanded in lights

and flowers,

transmogrified

and honoured

as fallen leaves

and a tenuous sun

ride summer memories

through October streets.

 

photo and poem by clinock.

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