Autumn Weather
A
cold
wind howls-
trees bend down
and my windows rattle
now
blooms
are dead-
silent flocks
fly in formation
green
has
turned gold
red, yellow
swirling, twirling down
to
drift
dancing
beckoning-
come, walk with us, come.
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October 30, 2019
Poetry/Fibonacci Hybrid/Autumn Weather
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1192-418-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for FTI Blog Series 13 - Weather
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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