This is week four. There's so much fuel left over from last week. What have you got?
The gold circle, the white circle in bloom
A red string wound two trips ‘round the moon
For three pounds of flax and an upright tomb
That’s how the axe fell and exile the womb
Winter is iridescent at dawn, the real redeemer,
Then the sun linger overlong and oversell the schema
As snow melts in meter the leaves drip and glisten
A little autumn fire in the evergreens hidden
Evergreen needles on the floor and the shoulders
Evergreen needles in your hair
Submitted January 26, 2019 at 06:00AM by PaladinBen http://bit.ly/2B5wzWJ
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