Autumn Prescription by Kristina WoodhillIn 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 10/12/2016 Posted on 10/12/2016 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
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