Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Autumn Ode


As trees lose their summer-time silhouette,
I slim, too—
Undone by Autumn,
Stripped into a colored frenzy
Of wings.
As the wind scatters my soul
Across the pavement,
My mind skitters into gullies and corners,
Heaping up hopes like dried vermillion. 


*A poem I wrote a few years ago, 
a picture I took a few days ago,
All things come back to red.

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