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by Andrew S Adams

as the midnight sky is consumed in
the silent light of the looming moon

crickets silently stare in awe of
the leaves glistening in the
october wind dancing
gracefully downward as
the trees shed their flesh
and show their bones; laying beds for lovers and roads for
legs to move over

their progress is the promise of
destruction revised;
that something good can
come from death and a
season's change;

and somehow
in their limited capacity
the crickets are learning
their lessons before i do.


Posted on 10/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mark Maxey on 10/29/08 at 03:22 AM

very insightful...I liked the line..." their progress is the promise of destruction revised;". Very well done!

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