Autumn Poem by Paul Brookes

Autumn



Autumn moves in stately measures toward Winter
leaves tumble each a small death
downward spirals of brown, gold or russet
a carpet for Winter lawns wreathed in milky mists.

Sunday, October 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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