Song of the Fall
I wrested Autumn
from the trees
to make a melody of leaves,
cacophony of yellowed reds,
reverberating in our heads,
Some crispy brown
and olive notes,
captured
on a breeze that floats,
straight to you
and through your door,
collage of colors
on your floor.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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