​RAINE REFLECTIONS

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Chill

 

I’ll dangle these bones  

in graveyard moss 

accompanied 

by wind chimes 

of empty rum bottles

unread poems

and raven’s caws

until then

as the moon wanes

a diminishing smile

I’ll write upon

these autumn leaves

waiting for winter’s chill

to come along​​

© Christopher Raine​