Take my tidings:
Stags contend;
Snows descend–
Summer’s end!

A chill wind raging,
The sun low keeping,
Swift to set
O’er seas high sweeping.

Dull red the fern;
Shapes are shadows;
Wild geese mourn
O’er misty meadows.

Keen cold limes each weaker wing,
Icy times–
Such I sing!
Take my tidings.

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Braille! punk for philly. listen here: http://braillephiladelphia.bandcamp.com/

S.U.B. punk from ferndale. listen here: http://subpunk.bandcamp.com/

Screams of Christ. folk punk from detroit. listen here: https://myspace.com/screamsofchrist

Doors 7pm. Music over around 11pm

All ages

$6 donation

© Susan Mosey