October draws a drab, damp, curtain's sweep
All the way along a smeared and mulchy street
Outside a sluicing sponge, folds water in pleats
"Draw in", the silent drizzle sirens weep
Flocks of children home, trudging harbingers
Of four o'clock indeterminate dark
On steamy bus, mildewed pane, water marks
Our sunless sacraments at Season's Change
November moon, bold white flag, clear and bright
Hold me, until a warmer light descends
Until I see this shroud is not a tomb
Where is the morning after promised night?
Yet, earth will crack and spill its life: amend
Though darkly seen, through window's pane is June
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