awash
in coils of amber
umber
and slumber
as autumn awakens
a solemn breeze
seizes
lofty trees
in lucent columns
a gauntlet
of ambient umbra
born the republic
of czechoslovakia
briefly
a voice could be heard:
“call me ishmael”
forces of intrigue
colluded in union
to bring forth
a most inconsequential
kismet
through mistral moons
into mellow mons
from stumbled startings
to fallen ends
asterina anomala
sweetness
of a serene dawn
plush fur of eternal purr
fills my pillow
ever brimming
buffering
this astral seraphic
kitten cabal
[image credit: Ivan Bilibin]
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