Steel suns set to rise to bronze.. #Poetry

Steel suns set to rise to bronze
the clouds that cape the 
superman mountains of autumn. 

Leaves dye to illuminate that 
mystic river valley of broken dreams.
Dust scarves the trees that stretch 

to hold the morning light as the
red oaks and yellow maples 
consort as we once did. 

The branches entwined. The roots
intermingled. The colors splashed
in breathing swaths that pulsed

and teased moons that shared
the periwinkle sky of youth. Now 
I precipice alone with only 
my soft oak bark as comfort. 

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