Bare-Boned
There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside
that longs to snuggle up with my pen
Summer is veering left
and I imagine myself rooted to the scenery,
a weeping willow
who sheds her sins
with a quick shake of the wind-
lest I peer down to find my own foliage
has settled with time,
think of all those secrets left unturned
Copyright © Melissa Wadkins Patterson | Year Posted 2010
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