Minnesota Harvest
Added 2020-04-04 14:23:13 +0000 UTCA languish harvest
Hath fallen upon us
Just the way August promised.
Vanquished. Tarnished.
These pleased with the feast
Disbelief in the beast
Language is dishonest
Blissfully, blissfully.
Follow the golden light
It rests along the eve of night
flat and pristine
A desperate, dying dream.
Wistfully, wistfully
The last fruits of autumn, fallen.
Suspended upon water's auburn.
Clinging martyr's solemn
like mad to glass
Singing silent prayers
for what does not last.
Glistening, glistening
The silent prayers
For quiet affairs
An age decayed
beyond repair
The plague parade
The sage charade
Preserving, preserving
For the Undeserving
Dying to protect her
For sighing red nectar
To touch her skin.
Love what's beneath it
Too much for sin
Above it and beneath it
Love it or leave it
It will steepen
It will deepen
Dionysus caught you peeping
Whilst Persephone was sleeping
You breathed your breath on the skin of spring
She pretended not to feel it sting.
Out, out
Feminine exclaim
Quiet as a mouse
Not so tame
Left her house
Forgot her name
Buttoned her blouse
To hide the shame
But everything she touched
Burst to flames.
Little girl, let me in
The broken ballad of many men
They smell cinnamon
on the skin
Spellbound by colors Indian
It'll be a barren winter
Of fruitless women.
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Fingers conduct
Sparks skyward
To dance with the Pleiades
Til dawn.
-mmd
Photographed by Scott Stillman in Minneapolis 3/19
