Fall’s Last Stand

Fall’s Last Stand

CategoriesCreative Writing

A poem for Autumn:

 

that first white’s fallen
while the last red leaves
her neck and limbs stripped,
she sways and grieves

omens in the whispering wind –
autumn’s shiver
piercing summer gardens
left to whither

let it go to hold it together
and stand with the fall
blinding white and fading light
she endures it all

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When not working as a designer, Matt's either reading a book and drinking whiskey or writing a book and drinking coffee.

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