Cheer the silent sway as the bronzed leaf drifts to death Dancing as it falls.
By John R. Godwinabout a year ago in Poets
Flickers in the wind, Crimson, yellow, orange, gold, Paint our forest floor.
By Thomas Durbinabout a year ago in Poets
September is here! Will someone take them away? Really? Not again... The Most Likely Scenario * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
zig-zag leaf falling spider curses in its lair— too big of a catch
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Poets
Rushing air on veins, threatening the home I know— I cling then drift away.
By Aubrey Rebeccaabout a year ago in Poets
One leaf remains, I— Bated breath, frozen hands--wait, Rush, snap, gone. Silence.
forest cathedral— majestic columns support deep jewel-toned leaves
crackling under foot when autumn breezes billow yellow, red and golds
By John Coxabout a year ago in Poets
When leaves are falling, While cool breeze touches our skin, And reaching our soul.
By Lou_Einaleabout a year ago in Poets
Living are haunted by ghosts held captive. Strangled with love left behind.
By Nikki Torino Wagnerabout a year ago in Poets
gray skies colonize, rainbow hues flee snow's regime, brown leaves hang from trees.
By Reid Christmannabout a year ago in Poets
sunlight sleeps again, last of the Komorebi flutters in my hand.
