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Oct 25, 2013

Tea Poetry



A cup of Cinnamon Stick with a pinch of sugar

Poem: Maya Angelou's "Late October"

Late October


the leaves of Autumn

sprinkle down the tinny

sound of little dyings

and skies sated

of ruddy sunsets

of roseate dawns

roil ceaselessly in

cobweb greys and turn 

to black

for comfort. 


Only lovers

see the fall

a signal end to endings

a gruffish gesture alerting

those who will not be alarmed

that we begin to stop

in order simply

to begin