GHOST TALES

With leaves twitching

the autumn air

and the burnt almond

breath of landscape

heaving relief,

the afternoon heavy-footedly

walks across

evening's threshold.

II

A garment is held high

as adrenalin in the marble

glow of wintery air.

Mud puddles reflect the faery shrimp

of clouds while cone-shaped

coniferous trees perch on lawns like

starlings.

III

High above to skating and

sugar-icing rinks in misty hues,

a ginger-bread man

manoeuvres past the ghost tails of a dead

luna moth.

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