An autumn born of
bastard love
now sterilized and premature.
rains frozen tears
that slice the leaves and
bleach the colors
silently.
So pale the wind that builds
its rage to where
it bursts in sonic boom
coughing, lurching, draining life
it feeds across
the valley.
Hans Bump
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unremitting-season/
