poem
October, a free verse poem I just felt inspired to write.
the lady was curious as to whether I'd
experienced as of yet
the fullness of sweet-cold October:
the damaged leaves, crusty and broken
swept aside by the concrete
Canada geese sailing away
past the 49th parallel
Demeter and her followers
stacking fresh hay
still stinking of wet grass
and grain on the ( Read more... )
the lady was curious as to whether I'd
experienced as of yet
the fullness of sweet-cold October:
the damaged leaves, crusty and broken
swept aside by the concrete
Canada geese sailing away
past the 49th parallel
Demeter and her followers
stacking fresh hay
still stinking of wet grass
and grain on the ( Read more... )
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