Late In Autumn by Robert David Verdon

late autumn is a dying empire, regally
late as a high-class nursing home,
counterpane of gold over juggernaut of bones
capsized on a film of yellowed gaiety, the Fall
in which the apple is a brown distemper,
celebration of death and resurrection,
and the old, old insurrection of spring,
winter is coming like a wolf, our sole protection
eternal sunlight in a tiny hall.

Robert Verdon
Robert Verdon has been writing for may years. He once belonged to Aberrant Genotype Press in Canberra. He came 2nd in the 2012 W.B. Yeats Poetry Prize, and was Highly Commended in the 2012 erbacce Prize, UK. His books include The Well- Scrubbed Desert, Her Brilliant Career, & Before we Knew this Century. He is currently completing PhD on the imaginal scene in poetry composition. His hobbies include cycling, walking and 10-pin bowling.

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