Fall
Fall
Trees wounded by color's brilliant army--
sadly I view nature bleed
ichor, orange and red.
Beneath my feet, earth shivers and cries out,
do not succumb, loved Summer;
she sighs one last sweet breath.
© June 15, 2014, Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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