myriad paper shards:
hanging chads on
tangled branches,
dangling since
brash winds.

one white bouquet
amidst amber, blush, bluish,
a striking anomaly:
mystifying, magical, alone
in its virginal sparkle.

as all, awaiting
the looming fall:
abstraction:
the dreamy flitter
to an open ground.

10/16/2011

Author's Note: my obligatory fall poem

Posted on 10/16/2011
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