Hands that chill. Rustled Leaves. Paints of colours, wind beats. Flutter. Dance. Last fall.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Fearing not winter blossoms of the rose exalt. Red luscious fruits droop.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Eyes squeeze shut, no breath— Its presence draws upon you... Blood turns cold. It's here.
By Sharna Halliwellabout a year ago in Poets
Warmth has left the air Settled in the leaves to wait Dormant ‘till Summer
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
The wind has become A whisper of itself now That the leaves are gone.
The flames are falling Feather-light gifts from the trees Most beautiful change
translucent membranes deteriorate, lattice in linen remains K.B. Silver
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
If I were her, I would never eat another blueberry again.
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
Cusp of equinox- Guttering flame, adroit catch, Boreal treasure.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Ashen memory: Tumbling cast-off faerie gold, Crunchy shards of joy.
Tree's prepare to sleep Colourful compositions Beauty in the fall
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
Mind her Wiccan ways Herb, stone and beast she summons Cure or curse, you choose
