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Fall

by Adrian Calhoun

Caught in-between.
Twilight caressing in a gentle embrace.
On the horizon, closing in fast,
silvery shadows of the moon dance.

Thundering as horses hooves,
racing wildly across the midnight prarie,
a distant freight train cries out.

The sun kisses the moon good-morning,
while the stars refuse to part ways.
Autumn has sprung,
and the leaves are falling all around.

A chill is in the air,
not quite here yet,
but its' presence is felt.

Soon the snow will be flying,
but for now,
we have wonderous beauty to behold.

10/16/2003

Posted on 11/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 11/02/03 at 11:41 AM

ah, a wonderful place to be...right there at the brink...you describe it beautifully and I am jealous of the seasons that you have!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/02/03 at 11:02 PM

Definitely feel the Fall in your poem. Senuous imagery points the way. Great read!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/03/03 at 04:05 AM

I have fallen for fall. Good one Adrian...Charlie

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