I anticipate the coming months, I know, but I could not wait to post a true Autumn poem. It's about time we had some real weather!
The Last Leaf
One leaf left upon the wood,
and time once was that it withstood
the shearing winds, but wick and fill
have fled before the autumn chill,
that little breaths can free its moor
and send it forth from timbered shore,
to plot its twisting journey down
and settle lightly on the ground.
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2 comments:
brilliant. Must say, I think its my favorite so far...though, maybe it's just the subject matter ;)
wow, thanks! really, autumn just makes everything better.
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