Dash of autumn

dash of autumn
Standing still , half closed eyes
Keeping us under his arm ,
And glittering splinters
Gold , the colors
Nerves, with the towers falling, our eyes
And a drab
Twisted rough, as from molten gelatin
And fog roll across the muddy pavement
With love maxima




9 thoughts on “Dash of autumn

  1. Your unusual word choice has started my (not near so) poetic gears grinding. The flow is gorgeous, the possibilities presented–intriguing. You sir, are a true poet. From your “punny” frind at the limerick place..hehe.

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