Ts Poetry Poet Free verse

Fall

in the fate that was sublime
she was mine
yes, she was mine

or so did it seem

more so than other
was it just another

leaf upon the willow
drooping down to be
a watered welcome
never a waning nor a wanting
to set us free

but we were free
in the beauty before the fall

the wind would up and take it all
blow us all away
and away we would stay

wandering
wondering
was that ...

our only perfect day

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I Am Anaya September 24, 2022 at 2:57 PM It's 93 degrees today, fall doesn't mean anything anymore. We had one day, the highs were low, and the low was perfect, one day of heaven. It's a false fall and an Indian summer!

Lady Labyrinth September 23, 2021 at 7:24 PM Everyone seems to be writing about Fall...when we are entering Spring over here. With every little death in the seasons a rebirth. x Ts Poetry September 26, 2021 at 6:49 PM Live we must Lady Labyrinth September 23, 2021 at 7:24 PM “Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”