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Late Fall
by Alison McKenzieThis late autumn wind is bitter again.
About what,
God only knows.
Everyone in it looks assaulted.
The last of the leaves
Cling to trees
As if clinging might
Hold Jack back.
They are violently torn
From the safety of residence.
A rainbow peeks through,
Tries to save me,
But disappears before it gets a grip.
Time crawls,
And flies in the same breath.
I, shredded,
Am whisked into ether.
11/22/2009 Posted on 11/22/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/24/09 at 04:51 PM ...ali, what a delightful read...and i too like what garth did and saw it and smiled, you got you a way to turn a phrase, gal...wonderful... |
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 11/27/09 at 11:26 PM I really enjoyed how this entire poem seems to eventually submit to inevitability, from leaves falling from trees to rainbows disappearing, to you yourself giving in. Nice work! |
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