9.22.2017

autumn comes {a poem}

A crow swoops down from his perch on the wire
to strut in the middle of the road, haughty

in the midst of frolicking squirrels who
dart from one solid trunk to the next with
reckless, zigzagging abandon

as rain softly falls and
verdant boughs begin to drip amber leaves.

































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2 comments:

  1. Olivia SmitSeptember 23, 2017 at 8:30 AM

    I'm thrilled it's finally fall! I love the mood of this poem (and that final line!!)

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    1. serenaSeptember 23, 2017 at 5:20 PM

      Thank you! (that's actually my favorite line! :) )

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