When Conquerors Fall

When the conkers fall
Rise again great night
The fields are no longer
The fallen leaves have seen the summer
The winter waits for the summer sword
To cut her knees
Silently she leaves
Whispering which persons your king
Kindling summer leaves the winter fire
August of wind seen the trees
Wind chest her conkered through her heart
The fire lit and the tree grew barking
Crackling scaring skinny branches
Squiggled sketching veins of the sky
Leaves let go first
The conkers will fall


19th Aug 2011