Trees Were Bending
Trees were bending, gates a-banging, leaves were airborne too
Howling like a banshee, autumn reigns anew.
Around the parks broken boughs lay like severed limbs,
While out on empty windswept streets, hurtled wheelie bins.
And so it is, seasons change, in turn they take the floor
A flourish of autumnal hues, before winter knocks the door.
Entry for
LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM ,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
21/9/18. Placed 1st.
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