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Autumn 2011
by Alison McKenzieCrisp wind tugs at tenacious anchors;
The dregs of chlorophyll
Faded to golds, reds, and rust.
They cling with anticipation;
A fated, final dance
Teases on the flutter,
Waxes, wanes.
Piles of the exhausted
Stir in death’s slumber,
Their applause hushed
By their climactic conclusions.
Soon I will gather
The delicate cadavers
For burial,
But for now, I recline -
Suffused in the earthen tones
Of their scent receding.
11/15/2011 Author's Note: It's sooooo beautiful.
Posted on 11/15/2011
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/15/11 at 07:01 PM A lovely way to describe raking the leaves hehe |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/15/11 at 08:18 PM I love the colours of autumn, you describe it well here! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/15/11 at 10:05 PM No argument there. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 11/16/11 at 12:05 AM My absolute favorite season. Beautifully done. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/16/11 at 09:11 PM ... excellent..... |
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