Thank you to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s challenge on Fall and D.H. Lawrence’s poem about Fall called: “Autumn Rain.”
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Crinkled Leaves,
Whisper past my cheek,
Twist in hair,
On the ground,
Disperse in my hand, fragments,
Not one leaf — thousands.
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The scent Fall —
Gives, lingers of rot.
It’s acrid
Yet pleasant.
Dessication, fragrance breathe;
A nip in the air.
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Floating leaves,
Linger around trees,
Dropping as —
One passes,
Realize everything has —
A time to live and die.
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Brush strokes of,
Deep scarlet and orange —
As pumpkins,
Yellow as —
Butterscotch dripping and warm,
Oozing to the ground.
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Feet crunching,
Leaves underfoot and twigs,
From trees mix,
With their birth–
Place; such twigs sprung with green leaves,
There weight is now shed.
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Arises,
The wind, blowing such –
Skeletons,
They were lush,
Now, they are gone, murmuring —
Winters chill and scorn.
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Yet such a —
Beauty one does not —
See, but in —
The Fall when,
Leaves cover pathways, hint at —
Fascinating old dreams.
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