Autumn Prescription

by Kristina Woodhill

In this thicket
Of crisping
Scarlets, ambers, flaming oranges, browns

Brought down hard,
Now hoarded after this week's senescence,

Shoes echo crackles and rackets
Crunchies and stomps

All along
Our ash tree's fault line,

Throw in a chuckle
Hurl a whoop!

Running in circles
Demands no infinite pi calculations

Mind is left to spin
Its own simple web
Of unmedicated release


Posted on 10/12/2016
Copyright © 2023 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/13/16 at 01:10 AM

Great title...worthy descriptiveness. Neat word:senescence; never heard it before...had to look it up.

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