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
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© Christopher Raine