Autumn Morning
neath firmament arched chilly gray,
black schnauzer sniffs, her leash drooped slack
beside my footfalls echoing
past lampposts painting puddles gold …
damp taste of winter … summer-thoughts …
thank goodness pink clouds herald day
October 25, 2022
Bitesize Poem No. 54 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Sponsor
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2022
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