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 10/12/2016 Posted on 10/12/2016 Copyright © 2024 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. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)