Leaves rattle dry.
First freeze holds off.
Harvest sits on shelves.
Garden vines hang empty.
Last summer green remains.
Death rides shotgun.
Tomorrow flickers uncertain.
Today I write today's words.
Excellent description of autumn. I came and read some of these before but I guess I did not leave a comment yet. I really like the brevity of so many of your poems. You pack a lot into a few words.
Ah, we can only write today's and words...and hopefully tomorrow will take care of itself and bring its own words as well.
ReplyDeleteExcellent description of autumn. I came and read some of these before but I guess I did not leave a comment yet. I really like the brevity of so many of your poems. You pack a lot into a few words.
ReplyDeleteWow! Amazing poem of the season with death riding shotgun. Love this!
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