• Poetry

    Autumn

    Lakes of soft crimson, brown, and yellow ripple at the feet.
    Every leafy descent, a hypnotic beat,
    Observed by the discerning few,
    As the World waves bye to the morning dew.

    Barren sun lined limbs lie in a cluster,
    Hopes whiff and twirl with every bluster,
    Startled birds begin to shuffle and jeer,
    For they know winter will be long this year.

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